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What is art?

Why do we sacrifice so much energy to our art?

Not in order to teach others but to learn with them what our existence, our organism, our personal and unrepeatable experience have to give us;

to learn to break down the barriers which surround us… and to free ourselves from the breaks which hold us back, from the lies about ourselves which we manufacture daily for ourselves and for others;

to destroy the limitations caused by our ignorance and lack of courage;

in short, to fill the emptiness in us: to fulfill ourselves.

Art is neither a state of the soul (in the sense of some extraordinary, unpredictable moment of inspiration) nor a state of man (in the sense of a profession or social function).

Art is a ripening, an evolution, an uplifting which enables us to emerge from darkness into a blaze of light.

– Grotowski


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I want…

Peace, stillness, water, smiles, freedom, happiness, music, dance, coffee, cleanliness, clarity, organization, looseness, breath, deep breaths, buzzing, tipping, highness, driving, rolling, floating, swimming, cuddling, wiggling, tapping, swaying, relaxing, hope, inspiration, blushing, flushing, openness, heart, will, passion, a thrill, then rest, sleep, talking, laughing, singing, greens, blues, golds, sparkles, softness, lightness, fuzziness, something genuine, powder, flowers, power. over. my. thoughts., a reprieve …

I have…

I do…

… believe it’s about time for a change.

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Wine, Roses, and Drunken Friends

“Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.”
— Omar Khayyám (Rubaiyat)

I’ve been a little obsessed with Omar Khayyám quotes since I stumbled upon Keith Olbermann‘s response to Prop 8–a clip I should have watched a long, long time ago. It made me cry, for many reasons, and I thought the quote he wrapped everything up with summed up so many things for me.

“So I be written in the Book of Love; I do not care about that Book above. Erase my name, or write it as you will, So I be written in the Book of Love.”

But there are plenty of other lovely, lovely words. Indulge me and read.

“Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.”

I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return’d to me,
And answer’d: ‘I Myself am Heav’n and Hell”

“Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and–sans End!

Alike for those who for To-day prepare,
And those that after some To-morrow stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries
“Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There.”

Makes one want to exclaim carpe diem, no?

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I Want to Be a Part of it…

Photo courtesy of the boy.

It’s been over nine years since I’ve visited New York City.

As a kid, New York was one of the only places I ever dreamed of moving to. That’s pretty common in young girls, I think (especially those who have any sort of music and/or theater aspirations, as I certainly did at the time). But even since, everywhere I’ve lived or visited has been compared to this ideal of NYC that lives in the back of my mind.

I decided to go to school in downtown Atlanta because by the age of 15 the idea of the suburbs seemed intolerable to me. So I passed on the idea of a typical “college town” experience of dorm life and sororities and football games in favor of a campus that most of my friends and schoolmates felt was really intolerable.

I wanted to be downtown. I wanted to walk everywhere, be in the middle of the energy of a city. I wanted to ride the train every day. I wanted to people watch (State was SO GREAT for that). I wanted an eclectic backdrop to my college experience.

It’s admittedly laughable for anyone to compare downtown Atlanta with New York. But when the alternatives are Dahlonega or Milledgeville or Valdosta or even Athens — cool as that may be — the Fairlie Poplar district starts looking more and more like the real thing.

This way of life, ideal to me though odd to most I knew, has stuck with me. The reasons people generally give for never wanting to live in a city like New York, I idealize.

I’ve never romanticized owning a nice car, or a large house for that matter. Ever. I can’t think of a time in my life when I lusted after a car. (A scooter, maybe.) I think in the back of my mind what I’ve alway wanted is to not have to own a car at all. To this day, it sort of pisses me off that everyone is expected to spend so much money on such an unsound investment just because it’s the norm.

I’d rather be able to walk to work, to the store, to wherever I need to go. I’d rather not have to get in a car and deal with traffic for ten, twenty, thirty minutes just to visit a friend or find something to do. I’d rather live in a small apartment. The last two times I’ve moved I’ve actually downsized. I find myself wanting all types of music, every type of food, any type of cultural experience possible, right outside my door.  I love the noises and constant bustle of the city. I long for REAL outdoor farmers markets. I want diversity.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m a misplaced New Yorker at heart.

The boy and I are visiting Brooklyn this next week. We’re going to walk around a lot, explore, take some photos, and meet up with an old friend or two. I’m interested to see how the past nine years — and my documented love affair with Decatur — have changed my perspective on the city. Because the other times I’ve visited I haven’t wanted to come back.

Photos to come…


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Happy Hour

Originally posted June 1, 2009

I’ve been failing to put a lot of posts up lately, I know. But I work all day, and I’m tired, and I’d rather make myself a cocktail…

Just an update and a note to say I’ve been experimenting with martini-making and Through the Viewfinder photography — and will be posting about both in the near future.

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Sex Sells

Originally posted March 25, 2009

Ok, so you don’t start a blog called “Strictly for Pleasure” by shying away from sexual innuendo. But have you seen the newest Quizno’s commercial? Wow. They’re not even trying to be subtle.

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Sorry. Can’t be Bothered.

Originally posted March 24, 2009

A coworker and I were discussing modern products that cross the line of convenience over to “are you KIDDING me with this?” Like the type of novelty gift you would find in a Lillian Vernon catalog — the perfect answer to a problem you never knew you had. This conversation got me thinking of the type of blatant laziness that just drives me up the wall. Take for instance:

  • Wide-mouthed squeeze bottles of swirled peanut butter and jelly. Really? Are we really lazy enough as a society that someone was able to make money off of this?
  • Self-foaming hand wash. I know rubbing your hands together is a chore. Really, I do. But isn’t that extra effort part of what, you know, CLEANS your hands?
  • People who grab a shopping CART no matter what amount of groceries they’re going to be purchasing. This is directed at YOU, DeKalb Farmer’s Market shoppers. As if the aisles aren’t crowded enough, do you really need to bowl over entire families with your monstrous cart just to grab your baguette and three pieces of fruit? Is the thought of carrying a basket that unbearable? You must LEAN against something that rolls as you walk?
  • People who compete for front row parking at the gym. The GYM. Just sayin’.

I can’t say I’m immune to taking advantage of modern conveniences. Yes, I use elevators and escalators if they’re available, when the stairs would do just fine. And when I’m making stir fry, I’m the first to reach for that bag of pre-washed, pre-chopped broccoli florets at the store.

But peanut butter and jelly IN ONE BOTTLE? Really? We need to go there? That’s not just lazy. It’s kind of …gross.

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