Day Late: Music Tuesday--Sheena is a Parasite

If you know me, then you know that I LOVE Chris Cunningham. He's a genius video film director. Check out this video. If you like it---google Rubber Johnny next.


Among the Narcissi by Sylvia Plath

Among the Narcissi :

Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks,
Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi.
He is recuperating from something on the lung.

The narcissi, too, are bowing to some big thing :
It rattles their stars on the green hill where Percy
Nurses the hardship of his stitches, and walks and walks.

There is a dignity to this; there is a formality-
The flowers vivid as bandages, and the man mending.
They bow and stand : they suffer such attacks!

And the octogenarian loves the little flocks.
He is quite blue; the terrible wind tries his breathing.
The narcissi look up like children, quickly and whitely.


"I don't listen to what art critics say. I don't know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is"
Jean-Michel Basquiat

Horizontal, not to get it confused with vertical but hey it happens. How far is one supposed to go? Are we supposed to think the horizon tastes better or is that a sunset with a rainbow? My imagination isn't very high but is in the low calming area of my thoughts. She's learning something, taking things in so she can write past this horizon.