Once again thanks be for your prose poem gift. Reminds me of the seminal beat poem Howl except more infused with luminosity and encouragement.
Existential art. The power of imagination confronting the peril of organised violence of the Empire Game with luminous metaphors. Guitar-picker hermit pilgrim picking steps through the barbed wire borderland. She holds aloft the unquenchable gloom-busting lamp of solidarity with the gathering clans of the unconquerable world.
Step-I with Ms Donald to the Isle. Your prose poem gigs allow sober analysis to be enriched by lightening revelations of beauty across a landscape where "ignorant armies clash by night". Apprehension and demonology embedded in enchantment and encouragement. A light never overcome by the darkness of feeling alone (so wide we can't get round it,oh rock my soul).
Arohanui from a beach in Māoriland. Kia kaha/be strong, Kia ora/be life, Kia manawānui/ be steadfast.
I've sent this to my 16 year-old daughter - your words will fire them up! Already school art is cramping their originality, so the message of pursuing freedom is welcome.
Beautiful as always. Makes me think a bunch about Jane McGonigal's work. We must first start with a detailed imaginary picture of a radically different future. Only then, with rainbow rather than 'black mirrors' might be exist, and act based on, a state of existential hope.
Beautiful, Rachel, as always! And of course absolutely spot on.
May I also offer that Beauty is the Mother of the Beast, or his Lover. The Feminine principle. The Queen of both Heaven and Earth. She's been abused. And we, her children, have allowed it. She does need to rebel, with beauty and love, and we, the children need to help put her back on her throne, inside of us, alongside the (now repented) Father.
I see the happy ending, and the forever after, as the return to harmonious dance and perfect love between the inseparable two. Between words, numbers, and metrics on one side and art and creativity on the other. Between quantity and quality. Between Beauty and the Beast.
Thank you for this beautiful note. Just this morning I had this dilemma about creativity, excitement and fear. The privilege of being so close to the source, to the well, yet the awareness of those at its brim foaming at the mouth, wanting to suck it dry, trapping it into data points, turning it into products, licensing, trademarking, stealing and claiming it as their own. Should I fear creating because of thieves? Or should I chuckle at their tricks? For the well is bigger than all of us.
The Gift of Being Human
Once again thanks be for your prose poem gift. Reminds me of the seminal beat poem Howl except more infused with luminosity and encouragement.
Existential art. The power of imagination confronting the peril of organised violence of the Empire Game with luminous metaphors. Guitar-picker hermit pilgrim picking steps through the barbed wire borderland. She holds aloft the unquenchable gloom-busting lamp of solidarity with the gathering clans of the unconquerable world.
Step-I with Ms Donald to the Isle. Your prose poem gigs allow sober analysis to be enriched by lightening revelations of beauty across a landscape where "ignorant armies clash by night". Apprehension and demonology embedded in enchantment and encouragement. A light never overcome by the darkness of feeling alone (so wide we can't get round it,oh rock my soul).
Arohanui from a beach in Māoriland. Kia kaha/be strong, Kia ora/be life, Kia manawānui/ be steadfast.
A rebel’s ballad. ❤️
Beautiful, I am moved.
I've sent this to my 16 year-old daughter - your words will fire them up! Already school art is cramping their originality, so the message of pursuing freedom is welcome.
Beautiful as always. Makes me think a bunch about Jane McGonigal's work. We must first start with a detailed imaginary picture of a radically different future. Only then, with rainbow rather than 'black mirrors' might be exist, and act based on, a state of existential hope.
Thank you! This is beautiful. Think I will have to have a listen to this one. Best wishes to you Rachel, you’re doing mighty work
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about creativity and this resonates so much with me. Thank you 🙏
Very powerfully said Rachel. A passionate voice in what often seems like a wilderness. We need your passion. thank you.
A beautiful read to begin and end each day.
Thank you, Rachel.
Beautiful, Rachel, as always! And of course absolutely spot on.
May I also offer that Beauty is the Mother of the Beast, or his Lover. The Feminine principle. The Queen of both Heaven and Earth. She's been abused. And we, her children, have allowed it. She does need to rebel, with beauty and love, and we, the children need to help put her back on her throne, inside of us, alongside the (now repented) Father.
I see the happy ending, and the forever after, as the return to harmonious dance and perfect love between the inseparable two. Between words, numbers, and metrics on one side and art and creativity on the other. Between quantity and quality. Between Beauty and the Beast.
Thank you for this beautiful note. Just this morning I had this dilemma about creativity, excitement and fear. The privilege of being so close to the source, to the well, yet the awareness of those at its brim foaming at the mouth, wanting to suck it dry, trapping it into data points, turning it into products, licensing, trademarking, stealing and claiming it as their own. Should I fear creating because of thieves? Or should I chuckle at their tricks? For the well is bigger than all of us.