naively radiating

i am slow as the world and naked as a leaf of paper

[sweetnothins]

daniel johnston as a teenager

[huariqueje]

The Dream - Bas Nijenhuis , 2020

Dutch , b. 1976 -

Oil on linen , 60 x 90 cm.

[naivelyradiating]

Seasons

I dream of our love through seasons And I dream of my past loves, past lives Swirling luminescences of a paradise lost To remind myself there’s no memory Without loss May I come and knock at your door in spring Ginkgo biloba leaves entangled in my hair And a smile as vast as the distance in between  Baradla stalagmites and the summit of the cosmos As you see me arising from a vertical horizon Like a starpoint growing bigger and bigger Destined to reach and take shape In the space between your arms And we’re radiating - naively Like early everlasting sunlight beams  May I come and knock at your door in summer And may I leave your window open for the night So that you can rest - lulled by the sound of cicadas And make love with the phantom ether On the sill of dreams I will leave a survey map Beware - in the jumbled circuits you’ll find All the places you visited with me On earth, time and mind May I come and knock at your door at fall While I’m reading a three chaptered poetry book And accept the fact that I'm not reading poetry Because it reflects my inner vision of the world It's the world that is just broken And I can't descend into the abyss of the monochrome Without knowing I gave every piece of my soul To wear these colorful irises of love and gratitude And compassion But when I come and knock at your door in winter And I present myself incarnating my primordial wound You look at me with the sight of a prey - and you predict The terrible ending of your sentiment Like shattered glass in the jaws of the alligator

[naivelyradiating]

here rests peggy guggenheim, august 2024

[naivelyradiating]

November

I fluctuate in the penumbra of the bare trees Their roots are caressing the robins, defenseless Lying on the side of the pavement If I could only find a place for them to be buried And rest forever below the integument of the asphalt In the underworld of silence Where there’s no residue of crackling fireworks We woke up in ash - November hurts me like a sunburn I don’t want to feel lost in these alleys anymore Looking for your house in this myriad of familiar spaces Probing my skin in search of an intact damage You were the ivy to my neck A fine ornament just above the shoulder blades A lethal weapon to suffocate my breath There you were in my dream again - I found you And there I felt those crackling fireworks in my chest What a suspended chaos reinhabited me But you were radiating in gentle words And I felt myself like snow - I could erase it all Just to later find the quiet In the warmth of your winter sun

November 2023

[naivelyradiating]

walk of dreams - august 2024

[naivelyradiating]

Anatomic

I tore open the space between the throat and the navel And sinking the blade along the line of the sternum I wondered if there was something inside of me Maybe some white butterfly waiting to come out of my inner garden Fulfilled with nectar and life Or if instead some moth was trying to escape in search of light Afraid of the darkness of my abyss But closely observing inside the mirror While I dig deep down inside my chest In between flesh and bones Almost straight to the core I can see myself - perpetually pulsating through an existential nymphosis  Looking like something ready to both bloom and die at the same time So I stay there and I breathe in suspension Musing over the time when the ground shook in violence Chin on a hand, tense palms, elbow on the edge of a thigh  Here I confess maybe I just needed a gentle earthquake

September 2023

[naivelyradiating]

venice - august 2024

[naivelyradiating]

increspatura I - august 2024

[naivelyradiating]

naively radiating

dear dreamers

the nymphosis is compassed; here you can enter a poetic and ecstatic dimension made by light - softness - love and self-exploration.

this is a collection of dreams, fragments and impressions, a safe space where every pain can be anesthetized I open it up for you - please take care. love and light,

angela