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Frida and Minju, and me…

21 Friday Feb 2020

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The stunningly beautiful, awe inspiringly humble, and magically talented 
Minju Kim, on Next in Fashion: 

"...my collection is inspired by Frida Kahlo, ...she never gave up."

I must remember that for a thousand and one reasons, and for decades 
now, I too, am inspired by Frida Kahlo... and while that which ails me 
physically, is vastly polar in nature and circumstance, its
ramifications, share everything in common, with that which ailed her... 

...and I remember what she accomplished, who she was, not despite, 
but because of it.

Just for this moment, I will channel Frida, and Minju.

~Marcela: Hanging on by Minju's thread.

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A bark with bite…

19 Wednesday Feb 2020

“True adulthood… is a difficult beauty, an intensely hard won glory, which commercial forces and cultural vapidity should not be permitted to deprive you of.”
 
-Toni Morrison
 
A culture that ‘fetishizes youth’ is exactly the one we live in… the older and wiser, the more knowledgeable I become, about self and the world, the more valuable I am to others… but: this is precisely when they begin to devalue much of what I have to say… …interesting, that when a great deal of what I had to give was simply loud bark without substance, no bite, they all paid attention… it is little wonder that the Hitlers of the world, like what’s his fuck in the USA, get where they do…we exclude the input of those who know in the decision making.
~Marcela: thinking out loud on real and present adulthood. 

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Parker’n me II – The Culvert

02 Sunday Feb 2020

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The roar of the culvert
spewing forth the runoff,
raging like the internal and external storms
of the night previous,
temporarily assuages my tinnitus and pressure addled brain,
with this other,
din.

I walk on
leaving the culvert behind, and,
with the relentless vengeance of the intruders in my body,
they cut anew; the razor-sharp edges of my current reality
and I wonder:
why I still choose to live this wounded and broken,
life(?).

Parker, Dorothy that is, in all her glory and folly
calls on me, again, to live another day
for while increasingly troublesome,
my vision endeavors to see, that “cherry bough gone white with Spring,”
and so I walk on, desperately seeking;
the next “prettiest, thing.”

~Marcela: not done yet, according to Parker anyway.
02, 02, 2020

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Love is Not About Ownership

06 Monday Jan 2020

One of the greatest things I have learned in the course of my entanglement with the Sailor, is that true intimacy, and anything even resembling love, of any quality or depth, in any kind of relationship, cannot, absolutely cannot, be about ownership, or the expectation of filling other’s voids, needs, even.
~Marcela.

His language is a little more flowery than I am generally fond of, but he was a very, very wise man, I’ve been reading him since I was a kid, but only relatively recently, come to appreciate, understand, his teachings:

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond[age] of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.”
-Khalil Gibran

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (12)

24 Tuesday Dec 2019 

My best brain power and most of my energy have to be reserved for work 
these days so the writing in this little piece of fun hasn't been where 
I would like it to be, but all my very best LOVE goes out to all of you. 
The intent, from the start, has been about this day, day 12, all of you. 
Happy whatever you celebrate, or don't, and thanks, for hanging tough. 
Some days it feels like I just don't want to, can't, anymore, but you, 
this bunch, keep me taking the next step, trying the next drug, 
doing my best not to fall deeper into the black hole I have been clawing 
my way out of for the past year. Love,
~Marcela.
12 + Favourite Humans-Coll.Dec.23.2019

On the 12th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
12 + Favourite Humans - Drumming the Beats that keep me marching
11 x 6000000 sheople following an orange pied piper
10 Leaping Chippendales
9 bombshells dancing
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
  And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree!

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 24, 2019

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (11)

23 Monday Dec 2019 

11- 11 x 6 million sheople following 1 orange piper

On the 11th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
11 x 6000000 sheople following an orange pied piper
10 Leaping Chippendales
9 bombshells dancing
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 23, 2019


Photo Credit (edited-M.Y.M.): 
https://2big2fall.wordpress.com/trump-sheep-one-e/

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (10)

22 Sunday Dec 2019 

9-(ish) Leaping Chippendales

On the 10th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
10 Leaping Chippendales
9 bombshells dancing
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 22, 2019

 

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The 12 Days of Crass-mess (9)

21 Saturday Dec 2019 



On the 9th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
9 bombshells dancing
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 21, 2019


Photo credit: Atomic Bombshells 
https://www.thestranger.com/events/41781863/
the-atomic-bombshells-injadore-a-burlesque-valentine

 

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The 12 Days of Crass-mess (8)

20 Friday Dec 2019 

8-Old Maid Starter Seeds
On the 8th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics 
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 19, 2019

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (7)

19 Thursday Dec 2019 



On the 7th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 19 , 2019

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