Temptation

When silence is self-imposed, it enriches illusions and cleanses sullen thoughts, whilst its infliction by others causes anger to pass but an insisting deception to grow.

Wit

Will our solitariness ever lift, or is the life of the mind its own reward?

J.M. COETZEE, Youth.

Dualities

«Nous sommes à la fois tentés par l’hominisation des animaux, ce qui révèle souvent nos projections fantasmatiques, et par la bestialisation des hommes, une autre manière pour nous de figer l’autre dans une animalité »        Antoine Spire

Mixed-media portraits by Charlotte Caron

Writing Drains the Brain

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The Exercise

Dam-like, water force
Opposing impulses I know so well
A pound lock, rising rivulets
Fighting to emerge from my own dwell

A wave

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I’m obsessed with fluid and uncontrollable states of mind; as depicted by masters of writing.

I’m obsessed with Virginia Woolf; life and work.

Fright

Thoughts of being nothing without my expectations and dreams have been here, within
But I am me, with the insides out, a bit real, still me
What scares and threatens may as well liberate
Through anger and ache, from past to fate

Grip

The problem with yearning for something
Is that one day you might get it
Or leave it

Letting go of something can be just as painful
As holding on to something going wrong

The Thread

Frustration becomes foolishness which becomes lust which turns into recklessness which creates shame which becomes sorrow which becomes anger which turns into attack.

Whose consequences are still to be pondered.

Ultimatum

So many years of living imaginary scenarios,
resorting to indoor illusions,
finding relief in dreaming,
shunning suffering through fiction
make the intake of realness too hard to inhale.

But letting go is learning, bending is rebirth.
I’m leaving internal royalty to live reality.

Dim

finding light in life
fighting fires in the mind

siding with the might of night
biting pride to survive

The Armor

When emotions pave the path for frustration
Right and wrong writhe the will of the strong
Expectations are the fruit of illusion
And hinder the way to be gone

From the meek, the gentle and humble
Mulishness will give in and then fall
What’s sincere will remain and make crumble
Even the saddest, thickest of walls

Disbelief

Letting go of love

Finding furor and fury

But seeing relieving faces

Is rebelieving in the brightness of bonding

Anew

Revolving & relooking

Twirling & swerving & weaving

Constructing

Again

Direction

Seeing outwards is much easier than looking inwards

The adroitness of articulating judgment

The ineptness of moving forwards

Solid and mellow; mercurial dispositions

Quicksilver-learning

Golden lessons

Pictures of paintings by Jacob Kassay