∞

I am there for wind and the wind is invisible, all the leaves tremble but I am invisible, blackbird over the dark field but I am invisible, what fills the balloon and what it moves through, knot without rope, bloom without flower, galloping without the horse, the spirit of the thing without the thing, location without dimension, without a within, song without throat, word without ink, wingless flight, dark boat in the dark night, shine without light, pure velocity, as the hammer is a hammer when it hits the nail and the nail is a nail when it meets the wood and the invisible table begins to appear out of mind, pure mind, out of nothing, pure thinking, hand of the mind, hand of the emperor, arm of the empire, void and vessel, sheath and shear, and wider, and deeper, more vast, more sure, through silence, through darkness, a vector, a violence, and even farther, and even worse, between, before, behind, and under, and even stronger, and even further, beyond form, beyond number, I labor, I lumber, I fumble forward through the valley as winter, as water, a shift in the river, I mist and frost, flexible and elastic to the task, a fountain of gravity, space curves around me, I thirst, I hunger, I spark, I burn, force and field, force and counterforce, agent and agency, push to your pull, parabola of will, massless mass and formless form, dreamless dream and nameless name, intent and rapturous, rare and inevitable, I am the thing that is hurtling towards you.

[tusha-blog]

Last year on this day I was preparing a performance I was very excited for. I felt like my graduation was anti-climatic therfore I was very nervous to give it a second chance thru #TACTUS. I was torn in between a delicately crafted one-on-one performance and my newly found obsession with creating music in my own way;using organic-landscape elements to compose an entry way for the release of spoken word poetry & songs. I couldnt decide, so I didnt resulting into a rather chaotic graduation show which resulted in a yearning for a redo, for s shift of purpose. Creating tactus felt like slowly knitting a womb, an incubator, a safety nest for my desire to create music unconventionally and altho my first performance was still too improvised, cathartic and reckless(broke 2 drum sticks I worked hard on) after 3 days I presented it again and it was far more composed, there was a calmness, a presence, a focus, I have given thought and precision to how I use the intruments, I started thinking about the elements, I added micro dosis of care to the process and all the huricane metaphors that this post entails is my way of saying that maybe I wasnt always the best version of myself but the ability to reflect and care to become it is all that matters. I just want to extend an invitation to all of us to become better communicators, to care to reveal and open our hearts to the people that our gut-feeling roots for, to not let the voices of hate and distrust work themselves out in our head and let us do things that will only hurt us and our community. To talk to each other once the voices in our head start speaking in a hateful tone, so we can grow in understanding, so we can truly grow in unity #reflections (at Aruba One Happy Island)

[theglasschild]

The more you see yourself as what you’d like to become, and act as if what you want is already there, the more you’ll activate those dormant forces that will collaborate to transform your dream into your reality.

Wayne W. Dyer (via theglasschild)

[perrfectly]

Not everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long-lasting. Sometimes people come into your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you who you can be, to teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while, or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to. Not everyone is going to stay forever, and we still have to keep on going and thank them for what they’ve given us.

Emery Allen (via theglasschild)

[hellanne]

I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.

Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice (via theglasschild)

[minima--moralia]

You could name almost anybody who has written a great or good novel and see that their lives are imperfect. You can be unselfish and truthful in your art, and a monster at home. To write a good book you have to have certain qualities. Great art is connected with courage and truthfulness. There is a conception of truth, a lack of illusion, an ability to overcome selfish obsessions, which goes with good art, and the artist has got to have that particular sort of moral stamina. Good art, whatever its style, has qualities of hardness, firmness, realism, clarity, detachment, justice, truth. It is the work of a free, unfettered, uncorrupted imagination. Whereas bad art is the soft, messy self-indulgent work of an enslaved fantasy.

Iris Murdoch, in an interview with Jeffrey Meyers, featured in The Paris Review: The Art of Fiction No. 117 (via minima--moralia)

[vanish]

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

What we call imagination is actually the universal library of what’s real. You couldn’t imagine it if it weren’t real somewhere, sometime.

Terence Mckenna (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

[bostonpoetryslam]

I don’t know how I arrived at poetry in particular—I used to write mostly fiction, or short nonfiction. Maybe one explanation is that as I got older I needed elaborate fantasy worlds less and less, and needed to learn to interpret the given world more and more. And that’s what poetry has always done for me, allowed me to construct a frame around a bewildering experience/idea/feeling in order to hold it still long enough to begin to understand it.

Cameron Awkward-Rich, interviewed by H. Melt for Lambda Literary (via bostonpoetryslam)

[tusha-blog]

Amazing synergy performing with @kevingummie during #AAF showcasing a little sample for #SKIN happening on the 28th of oct 7:30PM in Cas di cultura

[tusha-blog]

SKIN @arubaartfair Photo by:Aishyta Sichtman (at Sint Nicolaas, Aruba)

[meanwhilepoetry]

“I hope you are loved in the way you deserve.” Depending on who you are, and what you have done, those words could be the kindest wish or the worst curse.

Nikita Gill (via thesocietyofpoets)

[bled]

[kinoaida]

[untrustyou]

[untrustyou]

Clemens Fantur

[wordsthat-speak]

what i never learned from my mother was that just because someone desires you does not mean they value you. desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving.

The Color of Low Self Esteem (Nayyirah Waheed)

[rosespell]

[tusha-blog]