sleepless, with Ifa and Leonor Fini

i awoke around 5am this morning, and rather than fight my way back to sleep i got up. on my mind, somehow in the night, was Ifa and a book written by nicholaj de mattos frisvold in my dream i was telling someone about this book. life philosophies, mythologies, and so on. it all circles back to Ifa, clearly. at least it was so in … Continue reading sleepless, with Ifa and Leonor Fini

an Adrienne Rich poem, and reading the cards

last year, in the midst of the cheeto’s supposed “win” of the elections, a friend introduced me to the most poignant poem by Adrienne Rich. i think i read it a hundred times, between tears. and each time i read it a new line struck a chord in me. so i decided to use it in an assignment given to me by my teacher, Camelia Elias. (as some … Continue reading an Adrienne Rich poem, and reading the cards

Georgia O’Keeffe (and my undying love for her)

“Color is one of the great things in the world that makes life worth living to me.” ~ Georgia O’Keeffe Georgia O’Keeffe is one of those humans whose existence speaks to my soul. …i think she came along at a moment in my life when i was really needing to find strong women role models. i went to an exhibit, and she stopped me in my … Continue reading Georgia O’Keeffe (and my undying love for her)

Zora on Jazz

  I love the way Zora describes her experience listening to Jazz music.  This paragraph is an excerpt from “How It Feels to Be Colored Me”: “In the abrupt way that jazz orchestras have, this one plunges into a number. It loses no time in circumlocutions, but gets right down to business. It contricts the thorax and splits the heart with its tempo and narcotic harmonies. … Continue reading Zora on Jazz