''It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative -- which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it. I am now flooded with despair, almost hysteria, as if I were smothering. As if a great muscular owl were sitting on my chest, its talons clenching & constricting my heart.''
sylvia plath
22-MAR-2007
A Walk
Already my gaze is upon the hill, the sunny one,
at the end of the path which I've only just begun.
So we are grasped, by that which we could not grasp,
at such great distance, so fully manifest—
and it changes us, even when we do not reach it,
into something that, hardly sensing it, we already are;
a sign appears, echoing our own sign . . .
But what we sense is the falling winds.
~Rilke
09-MAR-2007
That evening as she gazed into the night sky, suddenly she remembered "butterfly kisses"
It is the function of art to renew our perception.
What we are familiar with we cease to see.
The artist shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic,
we see a new meaning in it.
~Anais Nin