It took some time but I have brought all three stencils together again.
Month: March 2013
They pour wine and honey for her at sunrise.
“They fill the table of the land with the first fruits.
They pour dark beer for her.
They pour light beer for her.
Dark beer, emmer beer,
Emmer beer for My Lady.
The sagub-vat and the almsari-vat make a bubbling noise for her.”
Major religions today are based on patriarchal systems, as well as patriarchal histories. I am not a feminist or a theologian, but I have some insight into these issues. I found someone who comforts me and might as well be comforting to other women and men too.
She brings balance into a world of imbalance, and she is about Spring. Christ has risen is so overdone. I have slowly pivoted to another mythology or story which occurred during the times of the Epic of Gilgamesh.
In ancient Sumer I have found Inanna.
She is Inanna Queen of Heaven and Earth and before the patriarchs came with their Gods there was a female deity. She brought equality to the sexes. She brought the joy of Sumer and the sacred marriage rite.
As an older woman Inanna’s story inspires me. In one of her stories Inanna outsmarts her father while drinking lots of beer.
I invite anyone with an open mind to study the stories and hymns from the land of Sumer about Inanna.
When we celebrate Spring, it is what it is because flowers come forth and the land warms up. There is a feeling of continuity in the air and the fragrance is feminine and beauteous!!
The Lady Who Ascends Into The Heavens
My Lady, the Amazement of the Land, the Lone Star,
The Brave One who appears first in the heavens,
All the lands fear her.
In the pure places of the steppe,
On the high roofs of the dwellings,
On the platforms of the city,
They make offerings to her:
Piles of incense like sweet-smelling cedar,
Fine sheep, fat sheep, long-haired sheep,
Butter, cheese, dates, fruits of all kinds.
They purify the earth for My Lady.
They celebrate her in song.
They fill the table of the land with the first fruits.
They pour dark beer for her.
They pour light beer for her.
Dark beer, emmer beer,
Emmer beer for My Lady.
The sagub-vat and the almsari-vat make a bubbling noise for her.
They prepare gug-bread in date syrup for her.
Flour, flour in honey, beer at dawn.
They pour wine and honey for her at sunrise.
The gods and the people of Sumer go to her with food and drink.
They feed Inanna in the pure clean place.
My Lady looks in sweet wonder from heaven.
The people of Sumer parade before the holy Inanna.
Inanna, the Lady Who Ascends into the Heavens, is radiant.
I sing your praises, holy Inanna.
The Lady Who Ascends into the Heavens is radiant on the horizon.
From the book by Diane Wolkstein and Samuel Noah Kramer, Inanna Queen Of Heaven And Earth @ 1983
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Dad’s Passing Saint Patrick’s Day 2013.
Dad and mom in the 1940s Santa Monica CA.
Saint Patrick’s Day 2013.
My siblings and I headed down to the local Pickwick Irish pub for a great traditional meal of corned beef and cabbage. We drank until the well was closed to us. Then we all went home. I think dad would have appreciated this. He told me that often at funerals people always talk so ceremoniously about the deceased.
They usually always would lie about how great a person was instead of how they really were, the real stories about how they really really were. So, this day at the pub was how my dad would have celebrated or grieved a dead friend or family member, by getting fucking drunk with his friends. As we sure Do-Wah Diddy did.
A bittersweet time.
The year 1942 Greer Garson was thirty-one when she hit it as an actress, a very mature time for a woman to make it big. I enjoy watching her films. I enjoy her strength, femininity, and intuitive strategic nature. Watching Classic films is so comforting. The films are the same year after year but somehow change with time. It is a matter of perspective; a film viewed at 5 is understood differently at 55. It is a magic movie and in times of grief and sorrow films bring comfort and friendship.
Today is such a day where the line –up of films accentuates the durability of eternal grief, the motifs and archetypes of life and films.
A long night of seeming madness and then with a couple of button pushes the classic films begin late in the morning and without even eyeglasses or coffee. Three Coins in the Fountain, Notorious and Dial M for Murder will embrace me today. Now an awake child of the cosmos I find my eyeglasses, coffee and make cabbage salad with bacon, red peppers, avocado, jalapeño, and dill-rye bread.Dial M for Murder will embrace me today. Now an awake child of the cosmos I find my eyeglasses, coffee and make cabbage salad with bacon, red peppers, avocado, jalapeño, and dill-rye bread.
Unfortunately, the real focus of this little dilly-dally of a transforming short story is about two songs!
Two songs, my dad and death. He died on Saint Patrick’s Day.
It was a week ago today that he passed. A nurse from hospice, three siblings, and myself attended as classical music played in the background. Intense and with a call to my heart. I asked my brother to change the CD,
“Put on that CD you got for Dad a few years back for his birthday or was it Christmas!?”
It was the best of Frank Sinatra. We watched Dad move into the eternal and listened with a pleasant release and sad joy. In a moment of time between the song The Young at Heart and Three Coins in a Fountain, dad left us. I imagined him dancing away with the spirit of our deceased mother or maybe Greer Garson.
In her youth mother looked similar to Greer Garson.
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The Black Sophia and the Black Madonna
The Black Sophia and the Black Madonna.
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Happy Spring Equinox..
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Bumblebee
Built by the Knights Templar?
A March 2013 post. I am working on a project to bring my art out of the dark and into the light. This reminded me of exploring art, religiosity, and depth psychology.
It is always interesting when a symbolic painting painted from years ago comes forward to reveal itself. I remember what the Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung said,
“…that when creating art from an unconscious or spiritual place one should share it with others or the public…”
Yet, I do because as Jung points out, when one does it can touch someone else and affect a chain of events that have meaning.
Last night while watching the History 2 channel. I came upon a TV series. In general, it is about an unearthed structure that may have been built during the medieval period on American soil. It is a remarkably interesting topic for me. As I watched the program a special moment happened. I call them synchronistic moments. This structure seemed familiar to me.
As many ancient buildings, it is in tune with the four directions and with the sun, moon, and stars in the night sky. The Knights Templar focus was on the divine feminine and for them it was the star Venus and also the symbol of the egg.
On this particular structure on American soil there is an egg shape stone that lights up at a certain time by the sun. This holds great meaning symbolically when understanding the Goddess.
As I was watching this program I looked at the clock below the TV screen and noticed the time was 11:11.
Numerologists believe that events linked to the time 11:11 appear more often than can be explained by chance or coincidence. This belief being based on the concept of synchronicity. Some authors claim that seeing 11:11 on a clock is an auspicious sign. Others claim that 11:11 signals a spirit presence.
Knowing this I had to listen to what I was watching with more intent. Then the image of a watercolor painting I did years ago came to my mind. At the time when I created the painting it was based on my inspiration. I was working with the American Indian Medicine wheel that is based on the four directions: North, East, South and West.
I also placed a triangle shape over the threshold of the building of my watercolor. The building I imagined was also built of stone like the structure in the history channel.
At the time I created this simple watercolor I was thinking of it as a holy place that I would like to build on a large piece of land in a natural setting.
I am now content to share this story. To think about it and this new experience of what it is saying to me now. What is it saying to you the reader?
So be it, I shared my story Mr. Jung!!
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I can-can
The prerogative of a Jester is to use mockery like a spell to wake us up to the absurdity of acceptability …. by Me…
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We’re going down the pub: Looking through the sly seductive eyes of Joe Jughead one of The Static Age guys & Jimmy Pursey
It was a wonderful time… I miss it. Like anytime there are endless stories to be shared. Below is an older review, I retrieved for Jimmy Pursey’s birthday. The small clubs, pubs, and dark corners or up-front-and-personal. I don’t think I will be coming out of my cave anytime soon. I will be doing some writing about this special time. Be safe.
Ingenue
“You don’t have to tell me
That the thing’s I do are wrong
But everything I do in life
Is with us right or wrong
Now I think I understand
How to have some fun”
Sham 69- Hurry Up Harry
The Static Age brings us another fun show at the Scotland Yard Pub in Canoga Park. I could not refuse this free show in my backyard with the Smears (UK), Plexikill, Ingenue and Government Trap.
I missed Government Trap but did see their flyers everywhere. Some of us made little paper airplanes with them. Flying promotional airplanes.
Ingenue is an all-girl band that has a certain kind of sound that I want to get lost in. That is what I look for in a band. That place where I get so lost in the sound that I forget myself. They also got to that point as well where they let go. That place where the line between band and audience fades away. Nice Bass sound and wildly played!!
Plexikill is a powerful band. Nice style with an impressive drummer. She had both feet going even if her left foot only seemed like it was vibrating up and down, cool…great sound!
Then came the headlining band from the UK… The SMEARS. The lead singer Em reminded me of actress Rosalind Russell. They have a heavy musical current to their music. They played a few songs but not enough. It was like not having enough cake…or skimping on the hors d’oeuvre.
A tease.
I laughed when someone from the audience gave them shots of saké, the singer said,
“Is this semen?”
Below are pictures from a night at the local pub… We’re going down the pub …
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Black Butte Porter
A few Years ago after my mom passed on she left me some money. She was not an independent type of woman but an old-fashioned stay at home mother who took care of my father. So I did what I always wanted to do with her but never did. I took a train, bus, walking trip with my ten-year old. We went to Portland Oregon and Garibaldi Oregon to see some of the city and view and ride some trains.
We even visited Rockaway Beach, but what was really sweet was the little pub in Portland Oregon I forgot the name of. It had a beer; it was the beer I remembered. Today while at a local restaurant I found that beer again. Black Butte Porter. Awesome to the core, rich, smooth with what I think is an underground taste of chocolate.
http://www.deschutesbrewery.com/brew/black-butte-xxi-porter
Below Map of Garibaldi, OR
http://maps.yahoo.com/embed#tt=&q=Garibaldi%2C+OR&conf=1&start=1&lat=45.55925&lon=-123.91552&zoom=14&mvt=m&trf=0
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Crone Women Magazine Review
If you are an older women like me looking for some profound reading material; go find a place to kick off your shoes and sit by the fire or stream to read.
This is the magazine for you. It is published twice a year. I find it walking the line of paradoxical living. Liberally looking at what it is to be a mature woman: fun, fantastic and homey with a witchy bend. I love it. So, check it out.
This seems to be defunct now. Feb/1/2027
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Our penal system is hell on earth
The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison.
~ Nathaneil Hawthorn, The Scarlet Letter
Prison. The place where we put the bad people. Well not all people who end up in prison are bad people. A lot of them are just poor, young and uneducated people. Gang people end up in prison too. Drugies end up there as well. When ya think about it for a democratic country we have one big prison population problem.
I think this is one place where I do not want to go.
Lock Up on channel MSMBC it has an interesting on-going documentary on prison life. I watch it more than I like too.
For me it is walking with the shadow into an unbearable cruel world. What is wrong with us? I keep wondering what is it that I could do to change our prison system. How do I live knowing that others are suffering so much? Wake up!
It amazes me seeing the ability prisoners have to adjust to such an unjust system of control; but survival is the key here and love is found too.
Tom Gaddis (narrating):
“Working with a razor blade and a jagged piece of glass, Stroud cut 128 slats, in addition to roof boards, tier bars, gate pieces, and a handle. Every joint was charred for hardness, and hand-fitted, since he had no glue. The birdcage took seven months to complete.”
The Birdman of Alcatraz is an amazing individual to study when thinking about what kind of transformation an imprisoned individual can achieve in the worst of living conditions.
http://www.alcatrazhistory.com/stroud.htm
http://www.nbcnews.com/id/27118605/ns/msnbc_tv-documentaries
