I really need to get a selfie fisting money into my bloody mouth for economical posts like this…

”If a man has an apartment stacked to the ceiling with newspapers we call him crazy. If a woman has a trailer house full of cats we call her nuts. But when people pathologically hoard so much cash that they impoverish the entire nation, we put them on the cover of Fortune magazine and pretend… Continue reading I really need to get a selfie fisting money into my bloody mouth for economical posts like this…

Why We Bleed Art by Satyros Phil Brucato

My talented author friend wrote this article about the plight of true artistry. I have vivid memories of reading it a few years ago, and when it comes along my newsfeed, I don’t re-read it very often. It’s powerful stuff, and sometimes I don’t want to cry and feel all torn open and understood. But if that’s where you are today, if you’re an artist wondering why you bother or what drives you to continue slamming your face into the cement to live your life on your terms, and you’d like someone who has been there to blow your fucking doors off, this is the article for you.

Why We Bleed Art

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“Love is the very difficult understanding that something other than yourself is real.” – Iris Murdoch

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Meeting the maker

I’m pretty sure I’m at another one of those places in my life where a big internal shift is about to click into place after multiple weeks of limping around funny, like when every step hurts your ankle because the bones aren’t lining up quite right. I am transforming. It is intense and embarrassing and… Continue reading Meeting the maker

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“I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on… Continue reading Untitled

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“Our fear is the measure of our absence.” – David Whyte

Gatekeeper covering Lisa

Holy shit. It’s Liddell. I don’t know if anyone else can hear it but me. She started taking over at 1:30, and letting go around 3:45. Though it was seamless and natural while I did it, I don’t think I’ve ever cried so hard to something I’ve recorded before in my life as I realized… Continue reading Gatekeeper covering Lisa

Jack Gilbert 1925 – 2012

This reminds my of how my mind works if I let words happen without grooming them first. I am glad Jack lived a long life. “How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words… Continue reading Jack Gilbert 1925 – 2012