Catching Up
I have given birth to a beautiful full-grown woman - please welcome Tara Incognita to the Legion family. I'm sure the audiences I unleash her on will make her feel right at home. :)
I've been writing poetry:
White mongrel boots
obviously laughing at myself behind everyone's back
laced with cotton clothesline, fraying
BDU's are god's gift to my booty
so I can shake and still carry
-a wallet, a journal
-3 pens, string of key rings
-a leatherman
-and 2 kinds of condoms
Taurus Sun, Virgo Moon, pleased to meet you
is what I want to say when meeting
but instead I walk and wiggle for myself
have a little giggle at myself
and these shoes
have a history I can't imagine
stick out, like Me
no matter what they're hiding under
you see even the epitome of
redneck white mongrel stomper
can have its own subtlety
People talk about conformism
external inward
don't mention the way children
taught to color with just 8 crayons
inside the same old lines
ignore the colors they see for
colors "everyone" sees
The failure is this:
imagination in the face of authority
Yet imagine being the key to itself
power in laughter
In the pot, swirls of melted wax
new combinations = new hope
new paths to walk
which I'm walking, have been walking
will be walking
in these white boots.
Tara Incognita (unedited feed)
Undiscovered
country of
androgyny
self-assumed responsibility
inspiring integration
A missionary
The land is greener there
than you can imagine
Imagination herself created me
this fiction speaking to you now
I am what you make of me
which is nothing unless you choose to see
I am come this far back
to deliver you this message:
Last Call! Drink it before it's gone!
I collect alchemists,
round pot bellies smooth
smooth like muscle, like cast iron
cauldrons, like carved wood
gold-leafed, asian temple statues
Proud gods of men, satyrs and centaurs who hermit
to paint models of metaphysical
synergy, sculpt watercraft
and musical instruments
play strings into the early dawn's melancholy-honeyed air
I am dying
slipping into the dark pool
growth of the Other
One who stands alone and together
Inspiratrix emerges from chrysalis -
no longer a small girl struggling
to hang on to my kite -
the wings own me, soft
rolls of flesh, banged-up knees
and all. I don't mind -
being ridden by a goddess
isn't bad, get to keep
inkstained fingers, librarian glasses
worry and heartache still present
but moderated by wisdom
even goddesses get no holiday
from humanity
the chosen coils of the serpent
as long as turtles swim to sea.
Love is the scythe
flashing deflections
of harvest moonlight
between overladen stalks of grain
seeds have fallen, it is late
some have escaped the sacrifice.
and I now have an official boyfriend, Doug, whom some of you know. I don't talk about him much here because he's not online & can't defend himself, but he's a super-sweet freak who has been spoiling me rotten the last few months & has succeeded in winning my favors. He really likes my lover, which makes me feel bouncy-happy - that's important to me since I tend to create "families" of partners that stay family even if I'm not actively sexually involved with them. Anyway, that's what I've been thinking about a lot lately - we've been negotiating our relationship for the last few weeks, and have gotten things worked out equitably & satisfactorily for the time being.
Other than that, life really sucked the last few days, culminating in me breaking down crying at the doctor's office today. Let me just say this: I RARELY complain about my period. But it REALLY F*CK*NG SUCKS that I spend 1 out of every 3 days in a month bleeding very heavily with severe cramping - plus I'm pretty sure I'm getting anemic (or maybe just mild shock from pain), so I am really starting to chomp at the bit to get this F*ing IUD out of me, soonest! Before I destroy something. The power of Iron is getting to be a bit too much.
Practiced Mass with the D-sweetie last night when Egypt was over visiting, we all started losing it when he plopped down on the floor and read the Anthem in his Daffy Duck voice. I felt like shit from cramps, but it was still good practice. Nice to know that I had most of it stored in memory already, and rarely needed the script. They were wowed when I let the goddess voice out, nice to have that on tap without having to put any effort into it - but I feel like I can't really claim credit to anything but being a channel. Still, it's nice to hear beauty, especially when I am one of the influencers...
Okay, off to thinky-land for a while. I'm reading Breakfast of Champions (vonnegut) and having a great time. This is exactly the kind of writing I've been talking about with writer-friends, not assuming the audience is pre-educated. Loving it!
Bye For Now!
P.S. For those of you who missed the fantastic collaboration of Tom Armstrong and myself last week, we will be playing again at Mr. Spot's Chai House in Ballard on Thursday, sometime between 8-10pm.
Tom Armstrong is a fantastic fingerstyle blues/classical guitarist, and we've started collaborating. I'm also discussing a collaboration with a wonderful new EXTREMELY TALENTED singer/songwriter/guitarist named Jane11, who will probably also be at Thursday's Open Mike.
I've been writing poetry:
White mongrel boots
obviously laughing at myself behind everyone's back
laced with cotton clothesline, fraying
BDU's are god's gift to my booty
so I can shake and still carry
-a wallet, a journal
-3 pens, string of key rings
-a leatherman
-and 2 kinds of condoms
Taurus Sun, Virgo Moon, pleased to meet you
is what I want to say when meeting
but instead I walk and wiggle for myself
have a little giggle at myself
and these shoes
have a history I can't imagine
stick out, like Me
no matter what they're hiding under
you see even the epitome of
redneck white mongrel stomper
can have its own subtlety
People talk about conformism
external inward
don't mention the way children
taught to color with just 8 crayons
inside the same old lines
ignore the colors they see for
colors "everyone" sees
The failure is this:
imagination in the face of authority
Yet imagine being the key to itself
power in laughter
In the pot, swirls of melted wax
new combinations = new hope
new paths to walk
which I'm walking, have been walking
will be walking
in these white boots.
Tara Incognita (unedited feed)
Undiscovered
country of
androgyny
self-assumed responsibility
inspiring integration
A missionary
The land is greener there
than you can imagine
Imagination herself created me
this fiction speaking to you now
I am what you make of me
which is nothing unless you choose to see
I am come this far back
to deliver you this message:
Last Call! Drink it before it's gone!
I collect alchemists,
round pot bellies smooth
smooth like muscle, like cast iron
cauldrons, like carved wood
gold-leafed, asian temple statues
Proud gods of men, satyrs and centaurs who hermit
to paint models of metaphysical
synergy, sculpt watercraft
and musical instruments
play strings into the early dawn's melancholy-honeyed air
I am dying
slipping into the dark pool
growth of the Other
One who stands alone and together
Inspiratrix emerges from chrysalis -
no longer a small girl struggling
to hang on to my kite -
the wings own me, soft
rolls of flesh, banged-up knees
and all. I don't mind -
being ridden by a goddess
isn't bad, get to keep
inkstained fingers, librarian glasses
worry and heartache still present
but moderated by wisdom
even goddesses get no holiday
from humanity
the chosen coils of the serpent
as long as turtles swim to sea.
Love is the scythe
flashing deflections
of harvest moonlight
between overladen stalks of grain
seeds have fallen, it is late
some have escaped the sacrifice.
and I now have an official boyfriend, Doug, whom some of you know. I don't talk about him much here because he's not online & can't defend himself, but he's a super-sweet freak who has been spoiling me rotten the last few months & has succeeded in winning my favors. He really likes my lover, which makes me feel bouncy-happy - that's important to me since I tend to create "families" of partners that stay family even if I'm not actively sexually involved with them. Anyway, that's what I've been thinking about a lot lately - we've been negotiating our relationship for the last few weeks, and have gotten things worked out equitably & satisfactorily for the time being.
Other than that, life really sucked the last few days, culminating in me breaking down crying at the doctor's office today. Let me just say this: I RARELY complain about my period. But it REALLY F*CK*NG SUCKS that I spend 1 out of every 3 days in a month bleeding very heavily with severe cramping - plus I'm pretty sure I'm getting anemic (or maybe just mild shock from pain), so I am really starting to chomp at the bit to get this F*ing IUD out of me, soonest! Before I destroy something. The power of Iron is getting to be a bit too much.
Practiced Mass with the D-sweetie last night when Egypt was over visiting, we all started losing it when he plopped down on the floor and read the Anthem in his Daffy Duck voice. I felt like shit from cramps, but it was still good practice. Nice to know that I had most of it stored in memory already, and rarely needed the script. They were wowed when I let the goddess voice out, nice to have that on tap without having to put any effort into it - but I feel like I can't really claim credit to anything but being a channel. Still, it's nice to hear beauty, especially when I am one of the influencers...
Okay, off to thinky-land for a while. I'm reading Breakfast of Champions (vonnegut) and having a great time. This is exactly the kind of writing I've been talking about with writer-friends, not assuming the audience is pre-educated. Loving it!
Bye For Now!
P.S. For those of you who missed the fantastic collaboration of Tom Armstrong and myself last week, we will be playing again at Mr. Spot's Chai House in Ballard on Thursday, sometime between 8-10pm.
Tom Armstrong is a fantastic fingerstyle blues/classical guitarist, and we've started collaborating. I'm also discussing a collaboration with a wonderful new EXTREMELY TALENTED singer/songwriter/guitarist named Jane11, who will probably also be at Thursday's Open Mike.