It's been a month since I last posted on this blog and it feels wrong to have neglected it for so long. I thought once the Spring semester ended, I would have a little more breathing space. But that's not really what came out. Instead, I went into the first summer cycle of classes and it's been kicking my butt...trying to read everything I need to read (which I really don't mind...since I love to read)...but then having to come up with something fairly intelligent to say about it (which takes a little more brain power than I have at the moment), then come up with creative work inspired by the readings (really?!...which in most cases would be fun but fried, frazzled me can't seem to find the fun)<<< oooo alliteration. I can stay here and whinge away all day but I have quite a to-do list hidden underneath a pile of paper on my desk. So....sort out papers to find to-do list...then work? Or just work on what I know is pressing against my brain at the moment and find the list later? Or slip under my duvet and call it a day at 12:57 pm on a sunny sunday? My lips just twisted up into a weird half smirk 'cause I know that ain't happening.
Tony says that it's called transition....argh! Why must transitions be so uncomfortable? I can sit with it and let the waves of being overwhelmed wash over me but there is a part of my that just wants to get things done and out of the way. Everything feels so obligatory at the moment which makes me want to rebel in the worst way. I mean, there is a part of me that just wants to procrastinate until it's 1 am in the morning and I cant sleep bc I'm stressing about the reflection paper that's due. *sigh* What is wrong with this picture? When did life become so hard to manage?
And really it's not that serious...it's not...it's just the way I am handling it...it's the way I'm looking at things. I would like to shift my perspective a little since it's slightly skewed...
Hmmm all for now...got to get on with it.
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Sunday, May 31, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
I was a dreamer...
Images come in waves stranded on
a damp shoreline. Prayers under
breath, innumerable possibilties
linger calmly against the rocks
exposed to the elements. Wood
and flesh, bone and ashes piled
as an afterthought. The metallic
taste of blood lingers on the tongue
when there is talk of kinship.
Thoughts hunker down
and silence floats freely, pulled
along by the undercurrent.
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2009 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
a damp shoreline. Prayers under
breath, innumerable possibilties
linger calmly against the rocks
exposed to the elements. Wood
and flesh, bone and ashes piled
as an afterthought. The metallic
taste of blood lingers on the tongue
when there is talk of kinship.
Thoughts hunker down
and silence floats freely, pulled
along by the undercurrent.
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2009 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Squint
It began with a blinding day and that's where it all started going wrong.
How often have I changed your mind? Oversize canvas bag slung over shoulder and rested upon a hip. Who's going to break the fall when the stars have slipped. The path of least resistance is catching up. Stutter stops the heart again. I wish I could wake up beside you. Let's go back to the start. Science and progress do not speak louder than the heart.
The second hand speeds up to catch up to the seconds. Through tinted windows there are odd shadows. She watches me move and I can't think straight. How often have you changed your mind? Your emotions echo across the space between us. A strong hand reaches over to give support. Wild hair curls around fingertips. Snail slouching whispers where rain has gathered. Nicks against the grain, initials carved in.
¿Que te importe que te ame, si tu no me quieres ya? Spinning words to find the proper sequence of events. Time is neither linear nor circular. Your departure has left careless marks against my questions. Apologies cannot erase being viciously unkind so I squint my eyes when I face the sky.
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2009 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
How often have I changed your mind? Oversize canvas bag slung over shoulder and rested upon a hip. Who's going to break the fall when the stars have slipped. The path of least resistance is catching up. Stutter stops the heart again. I wish I could wake up beside you. Let's go back to the start. Science and progress do not speak louder than the heart.
The second hand speeds up to catch up to the seconds. Through tinted windows there are odd shadows. She watches me move and I can't think straight. How often have you changed your mind? Your emotions echo across the space between us. A strong hand reaches over to give support. Wild hair curls around fingertips. Snail slouching whispers where rain has gathered. Nicks against the grain, initials carved in.
¿Que te importe que te ame, si tu no me quieres ya? Spinning words to find the proper sequence of events. Time is neither linear nor circular. Your departure has left careless marks against my questions. Apologies cannot erase being viciously unkind so I squint my eyes when I face the sky.
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2009 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
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