Saturday 21 May 2011

''..a longing that disturbs her piece of mind.''


Across the glimmering gashes, 
shy and uneasy
not quite there but nearly. 
I want to show you my insides. 
I want to share with you the pieces in me that are hidden. 

Burning, broken blisters
reveal themselves; 
unashamed parts in me that glisten, 
unspoken and insane.

Silken grace, 
stricken down by ignorance. 
I see your face, mocking my intelligence.

Maybe my insides are best left hidden,
locked away, unridden
wearing me away, 
day by day, 
by day, 
by day..

How far really, is death away?

Monday 2 May 2011

A confrontation of two Natures

One of my favourite films from a young child was Gone With the Wind. I first watched the film when I was seven years old and was captivated by it, I wanted to watch it over and over, never really knowing why. The image shown below of Rhett and Scarlett hangs on my wall at home, as I catch a glance of it every morning, it fills me with a silent comfort.
Until a couple of weeks ago I never really thought much about the image and what it represented, until a fresh eye saw the photo hanging on my wall and asked about it. I described the film to Him; a love triangle between one woman and two men, a story told during the Civil War.








Around about the same time when I was thinking about the image of Rhett and Scarlett, I'd been listening to the album Blowback by Tricky. The image on the album cover highly struck me, and on the same night that He asked about the image of Rhett and Scarlett on my wall, he also said something that made a mark in my mind..something about the way the woman looks up to the man and the man looks down on her and how that image of Man and Woman is probably a lot different now. I find these two images very alike in contrasting ways, a modern day version of Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara, perhaps.



A woman in control of herself, her sex and the man - who seems to crave her and obeys, the image oozes dominance and pleasure, reflecting a sexual connection and acceptance of equality.

Who dominates who? Who fears who? Who protects who? Who obeys who? Is there ever an equal?

I think the roles of being doted on, protected, feared and dominated do change all the time for men and women..and I don't think there ever will be an equal in a realistic sense because we're a different species..aren't we?

Sunday 1 May 2011

''It is a law of nature that a dream carried far too long inside you must, eventually, begin to rot.''

Patience

Buried are my bruises, that shine in your reflection.
A heap of mess, decaying in on itself, once shone; beaming in light, now hides shamelessly in nothingness.
Unscented, unscathed, untouched by man's hand, but yet to his eye remains, completely mislaid.