The desert is alive after the rain
when the land erupts in various shades,
from the sand and dust to wild-flower arrays
sparse yet vivid in the wide arid valleys
…but I long to be in the mountains.
-William Carroll-
Meeting my favorite cartoon characters was a wonderful experience as a a child until the expression on their faces didn’t change. That’s when I realized they weren’t real.
(Source: bananamanismyspiritanimal, via rikostarr)
Marina Abramovic meets Ulay
“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”
“En los años 70, Marina Abramovic mantuvo una intensa historia de amor con Ulay. Pasaron 5 años viviendo en una furgoneta realizando toda clase de performances. En 1988, cuando su relación ya no daba para más, decidieron recorrer la Gran Muralla China, empezando cada uno de un lado, para encontrarse en el medio, abrazarse y no volver a verse nunca más. En 2010 el MoMa de Nueva York dedicó una retrospectiva a su obra. Dentro de la misma, Marina compartía un minuto en silencio con cada extraño que se sentaba frente a ella. Ulay llegó sin que ella lo supiera, y esto fue lo que pasó”
(via myampgoesto11)
I don’t usually post this kind of stuff but if you would like to see me plunge a toilet, today is your lucky day!
Kingdom Come; What Will Be Done Is Done
I heard a prophet speak
“Vanity” but I wasn’t listening
Sun-bleached anarchy on an unused city street;
under the sky nothing is permanent
A wounded monarch lost his face,
beat at the meaning of caught wind,
then rested upon forgotten soil.
I forgot a happy memory…
(Sifting through the dirt)
or two…
(burying industrious ants)
or three…
(smoking away discreet afternoons under the cover of trees)
Little yellow suns blossom into uninterrupted glorious vanity
Pulling up the roots of weeds
The sun takes away my pain and suffering
and with the removal I find peace
Until startled,
by the allergy sneeze of a butterfly,
with diverticula
"The comedy of life is its tragedy as well."
"I always feel like I’m at the moment right before my life changes for the better."
— William Carroll
Homework(ish)
We are gods. We are men and women. We are neither. We are chosen. We are wheat and tares. We are dreamers. We are activators. We are proud. God is humble. We are dead. God is alive. We are new creations.
When I (individually as I must) think of who we are as people, I find that much of humanity gets shaded by my lens and filter. I consider who God is through this same filter as scripture and experience contrast, diffuse and diffract. I see that the world is not what I make of it as I attempt to make the world into something I want. The same happens with God. I have an image of God that I have hidden in my heart, a faceless name that has been passed down for generations. Jesus is who I need him to be but he is not what I envision.
God and His Spirit and His Son Jesus are all about the same business and I believe they are recreating me and you into their image. It’s the same for the church. We are the body of Christ being sewn and knit. But what is the body of Christ? And what is holiness? Are questions that are lost in the postmodern generation because our culture is so far from absolutes and no one really believes the Bible anymore because it wasn’t our culture and it was a different time. And it doesn’t matter if we imply through this idea that God’s disciples were ignorant men. They sat directly under Jesus’ teaching but they surely were shortsighted and blind as they wrote scripture with the gift of the Holy Spirit. A radical and truly pentecostalistic outpouring is not good enough to wipe away the stain our modern society keeps throwing back upon it.
Nowadays “All we need is love” that’s what Jesus said. Well it was either him or John Lennon but the message is the same isn’t it?
I think to myself “Are these all parts of the same body?”
We are a humanity composed of god-like shadows filled with corruption and the Holy Spirit.
Unveiling
In the golden gleam of fire a dream occurred in me;
my greatest desire in a vision of my future.
Your delicate face was there in the grey gathering mist;
Our two children were dressed in different traditions.
Sakura fell from heaven as angels kissed our faces.
Love was our only weapon,
The darkness was defenseless.
The clouds of my elation grew in the rushing wind
while the Sun filled the sky with wondrous light.
Split between primal knowledge and ascension
in the midst of spectral tunnels I wore a laurel crown,
peering through half-haloed rainbows bending like happy frowns.
God’s blood smeared my cheeks with love
and I bathed in that Salvation.
My pitiful tears turned to crystals as they fell,
each one shattering with the sound of laughter.
My voice rose around me;
“Dear God, you found me!”
And there was silence in heaven
Just before our eternal One said…
