I am tired of vampires, women
From disparate social strata who
Transform each other’s lives,
Children wiser than sages, whose
Eyes see more clearly than the
Fumbling adults around them,
Fashionable girls who learn the
Value of true love and trill archly
At each other while shopping.
What I seek in a book these days
Is quiet, the opening of a world
More still than the flickering
Flames creeping along the edges
Of the house at night, orphaned
Desires grown desperate. What
I seek is a clear portrait that
Peace is internally possible if
Still improbable and somewhere
Children, seeing streetlights,
Unafraid, turn for home.
Tiisi is several people a day.'s Life List
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1. stretch
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2. feed the beast in me and give her room to roam
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3. Write things that make me happy, daily
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4. admit what I really want
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5. create an outer style that is a true reflection of me
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6. abandon all of my goals and just live
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7.
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8. support my parents with love, respect, patience, and humor
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9. develop my intuition
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10. accept and prepare for fatigue and other symptoms
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11. Keep an exercise gournal
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12. buy a car
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13. List things I would do if I had the time (and hope it will inspire me to find the time to do some of them!)
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14. write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during July 2009
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How I did it: Every morning, and the occasional weekend afternoon, I opened a new document in the word processing program and searched the surrounding room and my head for the first phrase. Every day, it arrived and I followed it to places that I didn't know I had been or would go. Poetry has become my spiritual practice, as I flip open the top of my head and the words and images pour onto my brain, through my heart, down my arms into my typing fingers. Read how I did it…
How I did it: I read the prompt in the morning, usually before I checked email or other sites, and wrote the poem right away. There were perhaps four or five that I wrote later in the morning. Weekends were the biggest challenge. Each poem took me approximately 15-20 minutes and I'm not much of a reviser or polisher, so I'd pop them up on 43Things and facebook and be done. I most enjoyed the prompts that annoyed me at first reading. I plan to write a p… Read how I did it…
How I did it: I had the audacity to think, love freely and often, speak directly to the Divine and love my own body. I didn't consult the men in my life before using the bathroom, speaking or expressing myself. Read how I did it…
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“The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule.”
A hundred times, yes.
Calm down, dear. You know who you are, who you love and why you were “on” in that circumstance. Being smart about networking with other artists is not the same as being manipulative. Three deep breaths and to bed with you now.
