AN OFFERING FOR GAIA
It pours for you, Mother
Rivulets sink into the deep earth;
Nourishing you, even as I grow faint
It ebbs and flows, this sacrifice;
linked inextricably to the tides
dictated by Sister Moon
Take my life-laden blood
Consecrated by pain, it is untainted
Given freely, without preference;
my body simply the conduit
to fulfil your fecund promise
Ruby red droplets fall in benediction
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I need to read this a few more times Tarnished
I am battling with something here....
Tarnished Lily
How's that mother nature hey Tarnished - she eats her own young? Really entranced by your writing.
Frankie
Thanks for the read. By the way, how's this for synchronicity...Pan and I decided to watch videos this evening, so we head for the 'art movie' section and he picks up a movie starring Colin Farrell and Salma Hayek called 'Ask the Dust'. Got to meet your Mr Bandini on the silverscreen. I thoroughly enjoyed the intense interplay between the two main characters, with the immigrant setting. I have a feeling that I may also be looking for the Fante books in the library soon. Of course, it was a bit on the slow side for Pan, but I was moved to tears at the conclusion.
Tarnished Lily
Ja I saw that movie. The screenplay was by Robert Towne. He's no Fante. For my money Fante's books on the young Arturo Bandini - when he is a kid - are amazing. Just reading those novellettes forever changed the way I think about writing. Sort of like loving poetry and then discovering Charles Bukowski.
Frankie
Had the chance to do a bit of internet surfing at work today and looked up Bukowski. What I've had time to look at is unconventional, without form, but steeped in everyday wisdom, honestly (or otherwise) earned. I thought it might be nice to post this one for interest. Not sure if I personally enjoy his writing though. Maybe you have to be in the right frame of mind.
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so you want to be a writer?
by Charles Bukowski
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
fame,
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.
if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.
don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.
when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.
From sifting through the madness for the Word, the line, the way by Charles Bukowski
Frankie
Appreciate the pointer. I see I need to do some homework. Enjoy the rest of your evening!
hmmm - lils - i'll stick with
the gentle way thanks! my words are my libations.
(from charge of the Goddess - original by doreen valiente - adapted by starhawk)
"Nor do I demand aught of sacrifice, for behold, I am the Mother of all things and My love is poured out upon the earth."
lovely, reverent work though.
Mort, blood sister
I'm afraid that, like me and every other woman between puberty and menopause, you also have to feed the Mother!!! Am not feeling as sanguine today about the sacrifice though and have been roundly cursing her for the vampiric succubus she must surely be to inflict this mixed blessing on womankind in general and me in particular. Hope you had a good night out last evening.
lils...
it's a gift... like wonder kleen in red - you have no idea how many uses there are for it! i, like all women, just forget the power of it more often than not.
gone are the days of holy huts for us to gather power and self in.
Mort
Yeah, I agree that we seem to have lost touch with a lot of the wholesome aspects of our femininity.
sanguine, Lils?
Good word choice there.
And ja. There are moments when I wonder too. But I think its a price to be paid. A reminder not to take the gift too lightly.
Neopaganism.
D-Star
Yes.