I have learned this expression from Jane Fonda’s new book called “Jane Fonda’s words of politics and passion” (The New Press).
Apparently she got this from Eve Ensler the playwright and actor of the “Vagina Monologues” fame. (The play has encircled the world, I have seen it performed in Hungarian in Budapest)
I have read the book cover to cover in two days. I often wished her speeches were avaible to ponder in print. It brought back to me the young times in 1972 when I met Jane at the Venice Women’s Center. She was very pregnant(with Vanessa) and I was in love for the first time with a woman. (Stayed together with her 17 years, still good friends)
Jane came to speak to us with her slide show from Viet Nam. We were all awed by this passionate actor who actually had brains and used them! Yes, she was […]
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Intermission is over. Please take your seats..
Yes… the topic is Mammals…as in human beings.
We think very highly of ourselves because we are humans and mot animals. Oh, yeah? Here is one thing animals refrained from doing: they don’t THINK, because they have true scruples.
There have been many theories we made up about god. As the ages pass and we as species evolve the gods evolved with us. But in this day and age we make a lot of money off god and speaking for god, because he cannot speak for himself. It’s like we need the TV preachers to channel god for us.
I tune into the TV: xian shows, see what do they do there. It’s pretty much all the same. God needs human money. They need money to keep channeling god for us, and they […]
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DANCING IRISH GYPSY WINGS
Gray angel wings – sun pushes to shine through
oppressed shroud of conformity, tapping rhythms with
fingertips as Goddess woman, full of FIRE – fumbles under
restrictive stares and Tight-lipped smiles, uncomprehending
the Bold passage, shining behind blue-green eyes.
Glancing aside, fearful such soul-wells might Bewitch them
into the Otherworld – not of Faery or the folklore they live so
Well, but freedom and full-Bodied Life, where
Abandonment is tossed toward dogmatic
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Once upon a time there was a very tall man called Usama who dreamed to die and go to Heaven. Not just any old Heaven, but into a heaven where 72 virgins awaited him and his every wish.
He then died as a suicide bomber. His last thought was about the feminine softness and submission. As his body parts were blown to bits and pieces, his soul howered over the scene waiting for the virgins to come and take him somewhere lovely and tend to his loneliness.
As the dust settled over the bombing area, and the people were running around collecting the other dead people, he waited patiently for his turn. Nobody came for his parts. Nobody cried for his life gone. It started to dawn on him that this 72 virgin story may not be true. And then what? He killed himself […]
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The celebration and veneration of the dead was an ancient holy day in May called Lemuria. In our culture it has transformed into Memorial weekend, venerating the fallen. Either way they were given burnt offerings, much like barbeque ribs today. Celebrated with eating and drinking. Food was left out for the dead or the poor who walked by.
Since it was still not very warm, Zyna and I went to the Piedmont cemetery for our walk. There was action there. Motorcycle leather jacketed men roared up the quiet hill, in respectful single line.
All the military related graves had little flags fluttering in the wind. Under my most favorite tree, my Oak mama, where I usually pay my respects by singing and chanting into her mossy crotch, there was somebody else.
She was on ground, a young woman, her face covered with […]
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