here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
- excerpt from I carry your heart with me  by E.E. Cummings
in these things there lies a deep meaning; yet when we would express it, words suddenly fail us.
- T’ao Ch’ien 

Poems from Spirit Cooking, by Marina Abramovic (1996)

fresh morning urine
sprinkle over nightmare dreams

in time of doubt
keep a small meteorite stone
in your mouth 


to be consumed on a solar eclipse

saliva of your lover
mixed with morning dew
collected from eucalyptus leaves

mix fresh breast milk
fresh sperm milk
drink on earthquake nights

look in the mirror
for as long as it is necessary
for your face to disappear
don’t eat the light

equal pinch
black rock salt
white rock salt
liquid gold 

It’s raining women’s voices as if they were dead even in memory.
- excerpt from Guillaume Apollinaire’s "Il Pleut"


abandon surrounding abandon,
tenderness touching tenderness.
your oneness endlessly caresses itself, so they say;
self-caressing through its own clear reflection,
thus you invent the theme of Narcissus fulfilled. 

-Morten Lauridsen 


my mind is echoing

I am empty


forever turning

but never changing

make it stop


I would like to be conjoined with my soul away from reality; secluded; isolated; alone—- to think and work with never-ending, monotonous sounds and words linked through my brain waves, hypnotizing me into supplying only for myself.

"stay alive, stay alive," they say, "eat, sleep, breathe and stay alive, repeat." 


the world around you has been tediously simplified and hushed.

it’s quiet.

you ponder.

what happened to us?