Thursday, January 29, 2009

Fair Trade

Stars and planets quicken inert matter, and the resultant force, man, should in turn inject inert matter with life through making works of art.
Fred Gettings


Blogger Tseka said...

100% agree.

Creative instead of destructive, yes i like it.

29/1/09 6:52 AM  
Blogger jm said...


29/1/09 2:23 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tseka I got your talislady...thank you:)))))

I read this over, and it speaks to me, it does. But I am unsure of what it says. Saturn in Leo thoughts. The emotion is very deep but I don't know where it comes from. Somewhere. Everywhere.

I don't know what I did to deserve the lessons I'm getting now, but boy it must have been good because you. are. golddust.

30/1/09 12:02 AM  
Blogger jm said...

I'm unsure of everything in varying degrees. If I turn on the ignition I'm almost sure the car will start, but not 100%. And I'm beginning to wonder about language and what anybody and anything says. I wrote a tune many years ago about the attempted end of my talking and it still applies today. Where does the thing my ears are cocked toward fit into the Towers of Babble? What in the world are we after? The connection is so slippery no one can grasp it. And they do like Aesop's dog, grabbing the bones in reflection. How silly to believe that we're right. So maybe it's in the trying, since absolutely no one has answers. I think we must survive in unknowingness.

Perhaps the attempt to string it all up is an exercise in consciousness that will one day make us wise and sentient beings. Or remember that we are and it doesn't need excessive proof. (Go 'way Saturn! Go spin on your own axis!)

If I could master the fine art of taking everything everyone says with several grains of salt I might enjoy the intercourse and cease trying to figure out what they're trying to say, let alone do.

I have no leadership, and I do believe there is none anywhere. How on earth can I assume that anyone else knows where I'm going? Why in god's name would I hand over the reins to someone else? They've got their own destinies to worry about. And worry, they do.

I think it's by the grace of life that we survive and even glean a few moments of pleasure out of this confusing thing we find ourselves immersed in. Something's in charge that I've always trusted and I sure can't see it, smell it, touch it, or taste it. I can almost hear it. It's not another human.

I vacillate between great despair and profound relief knowing how lost we children are. It boggles my mind that we get through each day often relatively unharmed. We're winging it.

I had a funny conversation with a guy, speaking of language, and I realized that there's a mechanism that says whenever we encounter trouble, "Whew! It could have been so much worse." He had a mishap that ruined most of his face, but he could rejoice in the fact that his eyes were untouched. His face was beautifully reconstructed.

If one ends up in critical care for 3 months, that self says, "At least I didn't die."

So I think people might be grateful no matter how much they complain. And I know we're properly guided.

It's just that nobody can put it into words!

Dammit!! I just burned my tofu getting all carried away here! Me and the mundane just don't mix.

30/1/09 1:10 AM  
Blogger jm said...

In terms of Saturn in Leo, I was just contemplating the subject before reading the comment and I had an insight that could explain the last year of my life and the out of character involvement with personalities. It was baffling me.

Neptune has been exactly opposite my 22 Saturn, where Uranus was the night my father died, one of the most vivid moments of my life, and highly unusual. I think the leadership figure in my psyche finally dissolved with Neptune after the initial separation with Uranus. Now I'm left with my genuine Saturn leader. Myself.

30/1/09 1:27 AM  
Blogger Elena said...

ok. I dont know why but your writing almost always makes me think of quotes that mirror stuff read, that has been etched into my consciousness.
"Speaking is beautiful folly:with that man dances over all things. How lovely is all talking, and all deceptions of sounds!With sounds our love dances on many-hued rainbows."
Have a mercury-pluto habit of trying to investigate the truth of other peoples words.Probing, probing, probing. What a heavy heavy task. So I tried a different tactic. Taking people at their words, but expecting that anything is possible. What a relief...phew.

30/1/09 7:25 PM  
Blogger jm said...

Yeah. Talking is all right.

30/1/09 8:24 PM  
Anonymous Joe said...

jm, Obama might not be your favorite at the moment, but I think you (and everyone else) will be awed by this artist's tribute to him on eggshell. As one who also does this type of craft, let me tell you that the artist's color choices, design layout, clean lines, and steady hand are abso-damn-lutely as impeccable as humanly possible. It's fricking difficult to do something so delicate so well and make it work!

Are you ready?

Let's go!

You can click the Photostream to see the set, as well as sets of her other works.

31/1/09 7:12 PM  
Blogger jm said...

That is absolutely gorgeous joe. Thank you.

31/1/09 11:13 PM  

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