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February 2012 – 2018
- "In the beginning there was a void except for the written word." The Avengers (Band)
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- Dialogue with Breasts more than a sex object.
- Embellished non-fiction short stories
- Holly Duval Cornell's Poems & Prose
- My Red Book by Holly Cornell
- Nature Politics
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- The Praying Mantis
Youngest son said, “I think you write because you have something to prove.” I responded, “I just like to write.” Yet he was nicely persistent. “No, I think you have something to prove!” I was not going to conflict his 18-year-old wisdom. He is wise. “I guess I did write my stories now in eBook and paperback formats. I suppose I did prove something?!”
- “ Transformers cube and stated that some features of the Dam suggest there is. What I like to refer to as “tuning fork angels” in the Dam’s dedication area, plus a few other intriguing elements are features that compare to ancient monuments and “sacred sites” elsewhere. “ https://galacticconnection.com/hoover-dam-alcyoneus-hypercube-tuning-fork-angels/
Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art.
~ Brian Eno
Agathos Daimon, the Good or Rich Spirit”. His numinous presence could be represented in art as a serpent or more concretely as a young man bearing a cornucopia and a bowl in one hand, and a poppy and an ear of grain in the other. The agathodaemon was later adapted into a general daemon of fortuna, particularly of the continued abundance of a family’s good food and drink.
“Scientists know that electromagnetic waves carry information. Radio waves are a common example of how information is sent out via electromagnetic waves. The waves that your heart and brain generate carry information that is sent through your body and out into the space around you, just like a radio transmitter. Yet the heart’s signals have much more power.” – The HeartMath Story, as Told by Founder Doc Childre
I’ve heard it said that the soul doesn’t live inside our body but that it is more like a womb in which we are contained.
Turner, Toko-pa. Belonging: Remembering Ourselves home (Kindle Locations 2739-2740). Her Own Room Press. Kindle Edition.
“This disco guy wanted funk in our sound with 10,000 backing vocals, the guy laughed at Tony when he tried to sing, they treated us like shit. Casey wanted to hit that engineer dick…Posh Boy told us not to play games with him, he’d play games with us. That engineer was a real dick.”
~ Steve Soto ADOLESCENTS
In our over psychological culture, psychological testing substitutes for this seasoned eye and prevents its development. Instead of looking, we test; instead of imaginative insight, we read write-ups; instead of interviews, inventories; instead of stories, scores. Psychology assumes it can get at character by probing motivations, reaction responses, choices, and projections. It uses concepts and numbers to access the soul, rather than relying on the anomalous eye of a practiced observer.
Hillman, James. The Force of Character: And the Lasting Life (Kindle Locations 844-847). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
It is the prime task of a truly modern mind to endure both the spiritual and the practical as the framework for her life.
Johnson, Robert A.. She: Understanding Feminine Psychology (p. 80). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition. __________________________________
Mysterious in day’s broad light,
Nature retains her veil, despite our imprecations,
and what she won’t reveal to human mind or sight
levers, screws or hammers
cannot wrench from her. ~ Goethe
Faust part 1
Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.
“And just as the soul that is inside your dust.”
~ Pg 8 The Divine Comedy ~ Dante
“I always liked the intensity of the recording.”
~ Chris Bailey from the band The Saints
“Sometimes people try and tell me what is and isn’t punk, or that GBH do or don’t fit in, but they’re generally no older than my socks, and they know about as much. I’ve lived my life doing what I want the way I want to ever since I got expelled from school. Ever since 1977….That’s punk rock”
~ Ross Lomas: From his Book City Baby.
“As I was walking among the fires of Hell,
delighted with the enjoyments of Genius;
which to Angels look like torment and insanity.
I collected some of their Proverbs. ”
~ William Blake, “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell”, 1790
Tag Archives: Embellished non-fiction short
Once upon a time I found the novel by Mary Shelley, Frankenstein, the new Prometheus.
I became friends with Frankenstein’s monster. He was not the film version because I looked to the quality of his brilliant soul.
I wrote a short story entitled, Who’s Soul did Frankenstein’s monster have? I put the story in a folder and took it with me wherever I went. I was inspired and torn by my insight. I felt I may have understood something no one else ever dared to wonder about.
This was back in the 1980’s. Then, as busy and as careless as a young punk might be, I lost the folder at a Mexican restaurant up-town Whittier, CA.
This loss haunted my nights. Back then backing-up-files was not so easy. This may have been before floppy disks? I did not make a copy of my short story of a monster’s revelations. I did keep the little doodles about the story which I will share today.
Maybe I did not misplace the folder. Maybe someone took it and still has it?
As one gets older time seems to bend backwards . It comes towards you so you can say hello again to those times of youthful inspiration.
I looked through all of my plastic boxes to find these images in my art closet. So glad the doodles were safe and not lost.
A home holds many memories. Mom told me once,
“The stairs are part of my exercise routine.”
I wonder how many times mom cleaned the stairs? Now she is free of that! No more worrying about stains on the stairs or if the kids are going to fall down them anymore. My paternal grandmother couldn’t walk down them so she slid down them on her behind. Then there were the paper racecars on paper tracks that raced down those stairs. I remember when sixteen a brother chasing me up the stairs while grasping and ripping my only persimmon colored cashmere sweater. I guess I had done something nasty to him at the time.
What lurked at the top of the stairs?
Siblings and fights and running up the stairs and out the door. I did that a lot. Looking to the top of the stairs at night was a scary adventure because I had to go up there alone at night. What lurked at the top of the stairs? My youngest child still looks up there with the same wonderful fear as I did. Mom and a brother told me about the shadows at night that walked the stairs. They may still be there tonight.
A child hearing the distant sound of a pack of wild coyotes screaming in the night.
This was not a dream because as a child I heard and then saw the parade of music and fairies dancing up the stairs passing through my bedroom into the boy’s room. I know the floating white ghost came from the stairs. This all started by the sounds of the night. Waking up as a child and hearing the distant sound of a pack of wild coyotes screaming in the night.
moon light might shine through
For siblings crossing the threshold of the stairs; going up and down them was a common part of life. Above the stairs is a widow that lit up the stairs during the day and at night the moon light might shine through. Then there were the mysterious shining multicolored lights from alien mother ships; they tuned on as fast as a light switch. Yes at the very same window and at the bottom of the stairs. This was their point of vortex vertex contact.
holy as gold, frankincense and myrrh
At Christmas Dad would staple large tree branches highlighting the stairs mixed with holiday lights. Perfuming the air with the smell of Xmas trees as holy as gold, frankincense and myrrh only to be overcome by the smell of booze, cigars and food.