Archive for the ‘medusa’ Category

coal by audre lorde

April 4, 2009

is the total black, being spoken 
from the earth’s inside. 
There are many kinds of open 
how a diamond comes into a knot of flame 
how sound comes into a words, coloured 
by who pays what for speaking. 

Some words are open like a diamond 
on glass windows 
singing out within the crash of sun 
Then there are words like stapled wagers 
in a perforated book—buy and sign and tear apart—
and come whatever will all chances 
the stub remains 
an ill-pulled tooth with a ragged edge. 
Some words live in my throat 
breeding like adders. Other know sun 
seeking like gypsies over my tongue 
to explode through my lips 
like young sparrows bursting from shell. 
Some words 
bedevil me 

Love is word, another kind of open. 
As the diamond comes into a knot of flame 
I am Black because I come from the earth’s inside 
Now take my word for jewel in the open light.”



March 4, 2009




so many things have happened while swimming in the river, maia’s  first camping trip ended up in a stinky diarrhea…

which despite all its messiness, it affects the worst her mood, as if she knew it was contagious even though she is smiling, dancing and watching,  she does not want to be touched, kissed, hugged etc… unless its done from a reasonable distance, I feel so attached to her and for the first time she is not in the mood for sweet motherly loovee… it aches a little!    

maia in her own world! ahh!

the myth

November 22, 2008

The myth is rich of those symbols that rule the human constructed reality of the human earth.   It is a cultural instrument for construction. Construction of answers to fundamental questions in life that will run deep in the core of the human unconscious. It is a human creation meant to sustain the created reality. 

An unfair reality for most and women. 

Like in greek patriarchal mythology when a young voluptuous woman, is raped and later punished by a jealous old mother, who do we think is she? a silk hair martyr or an empty vain bitch? There are so many interpretations of Medusa, the gorgon or female monster (for those who fear castration), but the most popular in the post greek-roman culture have something in common, they teach women an important lesson: no matter our attributes we will always be mistaken.

Its a gash but some think-less possibilities are:

Medusa deserved to be raped and punished cause she was so vain. Medusa accepted the rape and the punishment upon her without any struggle for justice. For Medusa it was a punishment to become a powerful woman as if you can’t be loved by any man, you are worthless. Medusa hates all beings she is to be feared. Athena the perfect resentful mother made Medusa ugly as a punishment, being ugly to the male gaze is a punishment. But even with that horrible punishment Medusa was dangerous to Athena, she was still a rival, all women are rivals. Medusa is finally upset and her rage becomes so uncontrollable that Athena’s duty is then to assist the male hero Perseus to kill the powerful Medusa to fix her mistakes, because she can’t do it on her own… etc… etc… 

A depth deconstruction could be made but now I just want to think of her like helene: “look at the Medusa straight on, she is not deadly, she is beautiful and she is laughing”….

i hate the world… can’t help it

November 3, 2008

There are children that have lost everything, little souls trapped in and empty cage where they cannot even see an opportunity as such because life has lost its meaning such a long time ago! and it is so sad to see them going with all that energy in resilience to fall back again into that misery and pain, it happens all the time as in their moment anything is better than reality. Life has no value. No one cares. 

A good friend told me that the “I hate the world” position paralyzes any movement from within and out but in this moment I can’t help it. This will move as flying again.