Friday, November 11, 2016

A Facebook Dialogue with Gaia So

FB:  what's on your mind?  (great question by the way, gotta hand it to them there)

Me/today/as in 11:11 my favorite number:

Fear, panic, dread. More fear.

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Margaret Diehl
Margaret Diehl Gacela Of The Dark Death - by Federico GarcĂ­a Lorca

I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries.
I want to sleep the dream of that child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.

I don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood,
that the putrid mouth goes on asking for water.
I don't want to learn of the tortures of the grass,
nor of the moon with a serpent's mouth
that labors before dawn.

I want to sleep awhile,
awhile, a minute, a century;
but all must know that I have not died;
that there is a stable of gold in my lips;
that I am the small friend of the West wing;
that I am the intense shadows of my tears.

Cover me at dawn with a veil,
because dawn will throw fistfuls of ants at me,
and wet with hard water my shoes
so that the pincers of the scorpion slide.

For I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to learn a lament that will cleanse me to earth;
for I want to live with that dark child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.
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Margaret Diehl
Margaret Diehl I was going to put up a poem of joy and hope but decided this was better.
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Gaia So
Gaia So I get the uplift here, Margaret. Thanks for sharing that! This is what it's like to cut your heart on the high seas. There is a certain comfort in knowing what to expect. Very alchemical.
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Kristin McCloy
Kristin McCloy That sounds so cool, and so right somehow, and so Gaia-whipsmart (but I don't understand, really -- can you dumbsplain it to me??)
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Gaia So
Gaia So The impulse to draw away, and then to find the vitality in the child's dream, and remembering that he in fact wants to live with that dark child and cut his heart on those high seas, accepting the ants and well shod enough to miss the scorpions pinch.
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Gaia So
Gaia So The apple and the gold are the alchemical hints. Also clues for behavior: a stable of gold in my lips, a lament that will cleanse me to earth. Beautiful words marking a path through dark times. Very scorpionic (dark child) underworldly, delivering us up to true heart's desire that otherwise we might be too chickenshit to embark towards. Claiming I AM the intense shadows of my tears. Claiming it.
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Kristin McCloy
Kristin McCloy For me there is no claiming. I just am the tears and the shadows and what I'm clawing for is escape from that -- I have my own alchemy, my own sorcery (every person, and I'm sorry but particularly women, IN GENERAL) -- there is a passionfruit vine (complete w/ dangling fruit) snaking not only through my skylight but right at my bed -- it looks like a praying mantis doing aikido, but very very viny (veiny??) Of course soon it will have to circle around, back to the light, away from me. But. Not yet.
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Gaia So
Gaia So Kristin McCloy Uh, I think you just claimed something.... (squishy hugs and soft chuckles)
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Kristin McCloy
Kristin McCloy Other magic in my room is a clock with Guadalupe face that runs on batteries (my friend Josie, a total wench) gave me (batts were dead, after 45 minutes of taking time) but I still love the big cheap Mexican clock (blue and pink and sky ad gold) setting next to my bright green stuffed darling abandoned monkey (George) so I kept it and it now ticks, absolutely illogically, unreasonably, IRRATIONALLY, even, at the oddest times. Sometimes goes backwards. Is time being erased by ancient goddesses? All I know is that when I wake up at pitch o'clock, I hear the tick of it and I tell myself, She is with me. I am not alone. (And in fact, there Zelly was; my ultimate familiar, who has not slept with me since the zoo here started using my bed as their real estate too...)
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Kristin McCloy
Kristin McCloy So of course yes we speak the same language. Sometimes I might need you to break it down for me...just some times.
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Kristin McCloy
Kristin McCloy Be so so so good to see you. Round here. And not just for us, I think -- for thee, too/ soul sistah
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