Imprints

Imprints: Hope Sandoval & The Warm Inventions: “Until The Hunter”

Here comes the winter

November’s sender

Hope Sandoval’s melodic wispy new songs

Turn me back, Turn me forward

It’s an open treasure

 

Full Album Here:

http://www.npr.org/2016/10/27/499145209/first-listen-hope-sandoval-the-warm-inventions-until-the-hunter

Youtube: one song

 

 

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Mine Na Poems, Relationship

Daisy Wheels

To be your doe,
Your dear,
Rays that drop from golden suns
Me, my name,
I call myself—Devlin
A fierce girl that wrapped
Celtic knots around her thumbs

Your heed,
To confuse
Entrap me in daisy wheels
Asunder the ancient powers,
Impossible!
It spins out,
Haunts in pottery shards
Ambrosial campfire
To sit in love with your kin

Dispel the engrave
A chiselled heart, a fantasy bond
Our eyes, deep seated truths
I cherish…
Your music, beyond the moon-wave
My cry, a beloved praise

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Earthly voids & Spiritual quest, Uncategorized

Mystic, I Love YOU

The swaying of the train
Mind outta of body
Slipping away
While my head rest upon the cold
Windowpane
Siddhartha in lap
Thunderous tracks
Hypnotic regression
Patched up in chrysalis haven
Collapsed Samsara
My innermost is to dwell with YOU
A tree of fire
A curve of collarbone
A precious gossamer float
Enraptured always by the brazen words of Oberst
In the wavy moonlit movable waters
A secret want
A holiness to fingertips
YOU reveal my deficiency
My entirety, awaits in another expansion

Poem/Naomi Print/Vija Celmins/Music/Conor Oberst

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Mental Health, Relationship

Purple like my true love is

I seize your voice,
And sink it into the purple waves.
The spillage pours into my aura.
When I can’t understand the overflow of language;
I pause the burden.
Simone’s lilac lamenting
Into blend of din.
The third eye enchanted
in the ry ry rhyming sin.
I felt my twin flame INTENSITY in 1998.
And hey, I was desired the same.
I’m the purple passion vine climbing a windowsill.
You, metal petals on the kitchen floor.
Tinfoil lips.
Still, unready.
Unsteady.
Unreal my descending myth.

Poem: Naomi Ruth W.

  Art: James Nares

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Lyrics that play over

Lyrics that play over: Regina Regina “Small Bill$ “

Currently my favorite song…Just had to share 🙂

 

“Small Bill$”

His destiny was just too big to spend
So he broke it into smaller bills and change
By the time he’d try to buy the things he needed
He had spent it all on Lucy’s and weed and
He had spent it all on chips and Coca-Cola
He had spent it all on chocolate and vanilla
He had spent it all and didn’t even feel it
He had spent it all and didn’t even feel it

Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
[x2]

All the poets in the alley coughing up blood
And their visions and their dreams are coming up red
They can neither wake up or go deeper
But it’s so dangerous to wake a deep sleeper

It’s like awakening a bear in winter
To feel the reckoning of hunger sprinter
He’s gonna stretch his claws and feel his power
And you are gonna know your final hour

Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
[x2]

Better get a head start, start running
While you were skimming from the top was sunny
But all the weather ’bout to turn real crummy
‘Cause everybody gonna want their money
Yeah, everybody gonna want their money
Better get a head start, start running
Better get a head start, start running
Cause it’s about to get so unfunny

All the poets in the alley coughing up blood
And their visions and their dreams are coming up red
They can neither wake up or go deeper
But it’s so dangerous to wake a deep sleeper

Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na

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Lyrics that play over

Lyrics that play over:                       I remember 

“And the way you sang it to me

So many times in other forms

On distant lands.
I remember your smile

And the way you sent it to me

So many times through different air

It lives inside my heart.
It is a dream

You and me

It can’t be real

I never felt a wind

So happy, so warm

That sent seven little red birds up my spine

Singing…”

Lyrics Julee Cruise

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Into the Skin of Europa (series)

A Summer’s Hum

Nadiah’s Meadow – Europa Series Part 3. 

As one might bear away,
so far beyond reality
where she waits,
till dawn
with eyes wide awake listening for summer chimes, across
green meadows shimmering,
wildflowers blooming prosperity
from london’s music that fosters heartbeats, to erase aches, in her delicate crimson skin of sorrow.

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Jay poem 6.

The Haunting of Soul Kitchen

That beautiful man sang            “Soul Kitchen.” How suitably sweet before our time. It brings me back to my cousin’s kitchen.

The feelings of JEALOUS RAGE and self-pity. For I did not join you in that mature circle. Left with kid brother, passed out on your green thumb ganja.

I sat in the living room pretending to protect him, but I was intending to protect myself. Self-persecution my lingering demon.

Do, Do you see what I mean?  For big sister was seductive as ever! You, You cautious but ever so nicely listened a lot…For she talked a lot. When I hear her say, “Do you want some?” You must’ve all been drinking darjeeling tea with your hypnotic weed.

While I lied on my belly, for my back was jittery from the paper I ate. As I gazed at Morrison Hotel, it was then that I felt you in that room— we called a living room.  No, No it was my breathing room! A haven of my own. Where you tore into my cunt, and Yes, Yes I let you! Only that time I was grounded to something true and entirely ours. For the night before, you pushed my back into the floor, and the day after I learned to forget the pain. I pushed up cobra style without a wince, to show that I had a strong back and I could take it anyway and anyhow you gave it. Why did I ignore your look? Because— Why, Why? I was a sad child in the anxious seat of love! Yes, Yes love! My mind screaming this as you retreated.

Since then, I allowed fierce turmoil to take hold of my heart. I allowed you to be stuck. In that Kit,Kitchen… alone, with maggots and chrome gadgets. Forever, under a fucking magnet! How, How to get you out?  Either…fear no more, what haunts beyond my breathing room.                                                        Or repeat, Learn to forget, learn to forget, learn to forget, learn to forget…(Jim Morrison)

Words: Na-omi S.                        Photo: Francesca Woodman appropriated and altered                     Music: The Doors

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Lyrics that play over

Lyrics that play over (2)

“You changed me
                                You chained me down and taught me
                                                           The damage I’ve done.           
(Damage I’ve done)
                                            Can show me the way to my heart 

Sing, sing out my love
                 Cause I’ve been here before           
And silence don’t get you a thing
(No it don’t get you a thing)
 I learned this on the way to my heart 

It was with you, Rivington deep September
                                            We took the long way and your hand led me home.                         
Like Orion, you woke my heart 
With your northern lights
(Northern lights)
 With your soul

  Yes you, you slay me
                Origami doll                                              
I wonder if you’ll do it again
(Please do it again)
I’ll thank you from the deep of my heart                                    
I thank you for the start of my heart”

Song lyrics: Joan Wasser from Joan as a policewoman                                 Ceramic art: Naomi R Saharski W

 

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