Structuralism: Everything is a system.... can be mapped or charted out.
strophe: puts out a certain conclusion
antistrophe: modifies
The semiotician looks at individual instances.
The structuralist looks at all instances & comes to a universal conclusion.
I really love structure... in theory. But not being able to separate one from all when 'concluding' annoys the snot outta me.
Suppose I'm going to have to admit structuralism is not at the top of my list of beloved philosophical doctrines
February 5, 2006 - Sunday
Poetic masturbation
Current mood: aroused
My poet teases my passions with erotic lips,
And the esquire pleads my worth to jurored courts.
Consultants map my desires into neatly bound portfolios,
As my nurse tends to the missing caresses.
The musician strokes me with fine tuned fingers,
While my savant essays my sensations.
But my artist ignites my sensuality with his penetration
I offer my sweet elixir for your consumption
A pleasure transmutative, your body and mine.
You recreate and relegate my virginity
In your pigments you find my arousals and paint my passions
You eliminate my imperfections and draw out my desires
My readers may explicate this written masturbation
Absorbing my sexual fantasy in imagination
And fly over my body with carnal wings
To gnaw on my soft aroused skin.
Develop your urge with a well-versed tongue
And lick up the drippings of my coveting desire.
Nichole Portia Leigh
April 25, 2007 - Wednesday
The piece that doesn't match my collection
I looked in your eyes last night
My heart busted wide open
contents spilled on the floor
asking you to forgive my faults, my mistakes
You stared through me, beyond me
with icicles in your eyes
and said you could not forgive
It is not in your nature
At that moment I realized
that you were right
We just don't see eye to eye
I've been looking at a painting
Seeing what I wanted to see
Forgetting that the artist
made his own vision
No matter how hard I impressed
my own collective experience
on the visual in front of me
My interpretation would never be more
than just merely mine
I can no longer cling
to to broken pieces
that continue to cut
me deep inside
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Sean tagged me. Right on! For those that don't know, it means I have to answer all the following questions...
It always fun, even though I realize every time after I'm done that I'm likely a complete loon!
Ahh what he heck, here goes:
What were you doing five years ago?
I was creating a non-profit and living in the heart of the CD
What are five things on your to-do list for today (in no particular order)?
1. Overnight the discs
2. Find out what's going on with Tonja
3. Listen to some of the 33 voice mails I have in my inbox
4. Run
5. Laundry
What are five snacks you enjoy?
1. Watermelon
2. Salad with bleu cheese crumbles
3. Leftovers
4. Strawberry Mini Wheats
5. Coffee
What five things would you do if you were a billionaire?
1. Philanthropy
2. Get that kick a** artist's loft (here, Manhattan, LA (downtown), The Big Easy, and somewhere overseas
3. Create a marathon
4. Buy primo land and donate it to Habitat for Humanity
5. Try my best to stay 'humble' and 'real'
What are five of your bad habits?
1. Starting things I'm not willing to finish
2. Saying th "f" word
3. Over analyzing
4. Waiting till the deadline to start, cram, etc.
5. Watching too many CSI~ish shows
What are five places where you have lived?
1. Seattle, WA
2. Los Angeles, CA
3. Bellingham, WA
4. Morelia, Michocan (Mexico)
5. Jasper, Alberta (Canada)
What are five jobs you've had?
1. Manager
2. Bartender
3. Accountant
4. Photographer
5. Burger-flipper
I tag these peeps:
Cloda
Julie
Tonja
Well, I didn't make the lottery for the NYC Marathon this year. But I can still secure a spot to run if I commit to a fundraiser
I don't know if I can raise $3000, but if any of you all think you would want to donate to one of the charities on this page, let me know and I'll sign up to raise the dough!
RRRRRAAAAAAALLLLLLYYYYY-in the support y'all. Think we can do it? *I'm leaning towards Amercan Heart Association because of my mom and grampa.
You are perfect. You feel so right in conversaion and in touch. Intelligent, creative, never a bore. You and I can see the clouds animate themselves, take a moment for a kiss, then delight in the new surprise in the sky.
We'll envy the lucky ones across the lake. The ones with the patch of sun peeking through the clouds to brighten their spot on the hillside. Our turn in the spotlight will come if we lay tangled perfectly together.
I opened to you, closed and alone for far too much time... welcomed you inside and in return you taught me how to feel again. This revival made me feel alive. Just when I was certain everything had died.
You are perfect. I'm afraid to talk to you now that circumstances keep us apart. I can't call. I can't write. Just thinking about how perfect you are. Little dreams at night give glimpses of you by my side. If I could talk to you, I'd tell you the things we do. But you are perfect. And I can't talk to you. I like dreaming better... because in dreams, you are mine.
The conscious mind shows what needs to be seen.
It's all a very slick user interface if you think about it
The subconscious stores away all the data of our experience
We build our characters, motives, desires from the entirety
But we look back to give homage to experiences creating the end result
Or draw conclusions of how we got from A to B based on what's left in the memory banks.
Underneath not-so-pretty files that quietly fold over and into one another
I think it's ok.
I am one of the fortunate ones that chooses to see beauty
I know all of that other stuff is there
I know it is equally integral a part of my totality
But I choose to pull from experience
Beauty
Love
Passion
Kindness
To look at as the portrait of my life
Everything else is there
Like the rabbit skin glue
Or the gesso
Or the foundational strokes
They give the texture, paint and linseed a strong home to rest
So that I’ll sleep with ease
