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HELEADES IIÂ by Paola Padron
Hold on to each other.
Mix your aesthetics.
Listen to The Killers or Queen or Foo Fighters whilst annotating Shakespeare. Drink coco-cola out of a wine glass. Wear those black spikey punk heels to an art gallery. Wear smudged eyeliner and red lipstick but keep your hands perfectly manicured. Rock out to classical composers whilst you spead along the coast.
Mix your aesthetics. We donât have to be one thing. We contain multitudes.
Diane, déesse de la chasse (Diana, Goddess of the Hunt) Auteur inconnu, ca. 1900
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Only lovers left alive evening mood
Ai Weiwei, âChandelierâ (2015)
âOnly in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.â
Julio Cortazar.Â
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A comforting thought
Five thousand years ago, the Sumerians called the night ngi, the stars mul, and the moon Nanna.
Four thousand years ago, the Akkadians called the night mƫƥu, the stars kakkabƫ, and the moon Sßn.
Three thousand years ago, the Hittites called the night iĆĄpanza, the stars haĆĄtereĆĄ, and the moon Arma.
Two and a half thousand years ago, the Greeks called the night nux, the stars astra, and the moon SelĂȘnĂȘ.
Two thousand years ago, the Romans called the night nox, the stars stellae, and the moon Luna.
Kings and queens and heroes looked up at them. So did travelers coming home, and little children who sneaked out of bed. So did slaves, and mothers and soldiers and old shepherds, and Sappho and MurĆĄili and Enheduanna and Socrates and Hatshepsut and Cyrus and Cicero. In this darkness it didnât matter who they were, or where they stood. Only that they were human.
Think of that tonight, when you close your window. You are not alone. You share this night sky with centuries of dreamers and stargazers, and people who longed for quiet. Are you anxious? The Hittites were too: they called it pittuliyaĆĄ. Does your heart ache? The Greeks felt it too: they called it akhos. Those who look up to the stars for comfort are a family, and you belong to them. Your ancestors have stood under Nanna, SĂźn, Arma, SelĂȘnĂȘ and Luna for five thousand years. Now its light is yours.
May it soothe you well.
Itâs been killing me how heauxs arenât using the non-sponsors they have to find their sponsors. You have a man that only takes you to events? Get to one to find your next man. You have a man that only gives you gifts? Make sure you convey to him that youâre unsatisfied so he gives you a gift that will elevate you to a better dick. You have a man that has any bit of knowledge you can use? Use it against him. Donât sit around waiting for one arrangement to end to magically find another, play these men & make them the reason you find your sponsor. Itâs your success on their dime. Itâs all about who can get you a better meal ticket; these men are literally disposable.
âI chose this house for many reasons. Because it seemed to have sprouted out of the earth like a tree, so deeply grooved it was within the old garden. It had no cellar and the rooms rested right on the ground. Below the rug, I felt, was the earth. I could take root here, feel at one with the house and the garden, take nourishment from them like the plants.â
â The journals of Anais Nin, Volume OneÂ
I want to acknowledge all those who are making decisions to explore the unknown this year. Whether that be trying a new craft, going to therapy, attending school, traveling somewhere new, changing your look, practicing new behaviors and ways of being, reading a new author, applying for a job, starting a creative project, beginning a healing regime - or really doing anything that feels like a step into new territory. Itâs important to recognize how much courage it takes to leave an established comfort zone in order to grow. Even if youâre taking baby steps you are still moving forward. You are brave. Keep going.Â