Being the immediate continuation of “Still life and still death” -with a small gap of four verses… – “You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.” —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my… Continue reading The hyacinth girl -neither living, nor dead
Illustrating old dead roots into the sand – young still flesh; branches and leaves – oddly lightened [Dedicated to the bewitching memory of my sister, who was fond of T. S. Eliot -and entirely inspired by her physical absence nowadays] – What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish?… Continue reading Still life and still death
This may seem -it seems, indeed- a silly photograph with a clumsy framing, but I like it; most especially because it figures someone dear coming into view, and gladly so, when she is entirely out of the field now. I see Ari often when I dream. Wishful dreaming, possibly… but I believe -I somehow know… Continue reading A peep into the objective, years ago
These two pairs of legs and feet wearing platform pumps in front of a brick wall –I was going to write ‘stonewall’… – belong to a teen t-girl and a non-binary young adult, both with masculine assigned sex, who considered themselves (and actually were) a normal girl and a normal agender person; who were treated by others… Continue reading … But just a normal couple of youngsters
It goes without saying that I do not take pictures of my dreams (or anybody’s), nor I am a sleepwalker, maybe capable to handle a camera and shot whatever there is around… Anyway I keep a clear memory of some of my dreamt experiences and visions, and I can draw them and paint them; occasionally,… Continue reading Pictures from dreams – ‘Soulshine’ (VII)
After trying to call your attention, two days ago, to an article in The New York Times about politics and human rights in my native country -Catalonia-, I feel now the urge to publish this short note about National Geographic‘s latest special issue: GENDER REVOLUTION.
Certainly I do not want to convert this blog of mine into a kind of social network wall; but these two instances seem justified to me. Even more this present one, which I am posting in the first place for my late sister’s sake (who was a transgender kid and teen herself, decades ago, in much less favourable times for all of them, wherever they lived). I do it also in my name, since I have my own, different, gender issues (I am non-binary, agender and queer, and in an earlier epoch of my life, androgynous or bi-gender and fluid… Oh, yes, all of…
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