Marinkel *'s blog/

here are some excerpts from my favorite astrologer, cause i don't like those bland sunnyside horoscopes:

http://www.bemyastrologer.com/sun_sign_downside.html

it's got a lot of truth and a lot of funny in it! xxx

words are failing failing failing me
as we are falling through the cracks
out of sight of the sun
hands are useful for touching your skin
not for holding on

heartbat batters its wings
leap into the night
when i was not scarred
nevermore scared
but kissed

i was laughing
cause i was no longer afraid to speak
at the bottom of the night
or was it the crown of the sea
at the edge of the heart
or in the middle of dark marble eyes
obsidian blues
can no longer make me cry
i was laughing
cause i can finally say
at the tip of my throat
in cirlces around my tongue
extensions into the starry starry night
where we belong
free as freight trains running on sand

yesterday's french word-of-the-day was "seuil", do you know it? you were crossing a threshold and so was i, circling the goodbye in the métro like a couple of hunters afraid of the prey. you were franchiring le seuil and i kissed you on the brink. there is only forward movement you would say with your scientific certainty but i will go below to turn over the magician's books to prove you wrong. dusty overgrown pages that tell what science is on the brink of discovering. and yet when you cross the threshold, it may be into the fourth dimension or the fifth, like alice did. human steps have always gone one step beyond...

i have just completed my final selection and placed my order for all my photographs that will be part of my exhibition in july at radio france in paris. more details to come, but for now, have a peek at the set on flickr... i don't know how to import an entire album, so just click the link...

flickr.com/photos/marinkelchen/sets/72157604754873918

:))

maybe cause it's late at night or maybe it's cause i just learned that some of the photos i picked for my show were rejected, including "je suis cette fille", "arielle" and "venusian lamb" which i thought were some of my best work... so i have to revise my selection somewhat. something more "diplomatique"....

who knew i was too controversial for the radio !

blah.

there was this bird, a proud one though he was strange looking. he had not seen himself in the mirror perhaps or else he just didn't care. a lust for life kept him standing there. he wanted to partake. so he left his home in the tree where he had lived a hundred years. yes; he was an old bird though you couldn't tell.

he met a lion who told him to keep moving on. sunsets to be greeted and nighttimes to be welcomed in proper ceremony. but shouldn't i read a hundred books first, he asked the lion who looked rather literate and wise. it is not in books although you may find there the same quest taken by the heros and heroines of the world. some wrote them down so they wouldn't forget. but you have to go on this quest yourself. it is not one in this world though it was made for you.

the bird bent over the water then feeling a thirst growing in his throat. then he saw his reflection and he was content. slowly he lifted his beak, letting the water trickle down his throat. there was nothing to be done but wait. the truth from the stars shone in this pool each night. if he just remained here.

our bird has a heart now. scientist saw him and dissected him in another life. in this one he could feel how his heart filled, first with sorrow then with light. he did not know it was the scientists who placed these things in his heart cavern.