WARM CAR PAINT & WINTERGREEN Mixed messages are a favorite way that abusers control the abused. By putting the abused into a difficult situation, the abuser determines the agenda. Don’t let people get away with giving you mixed messages. Make them be clear and direct. Contradictory or conflicting messages, when coupled with something one is supposed to do, put a person in a ‘double bind’.
Monthly Archives: November 2009
mythical trickster
“Oh if every angel’s terrible Then why do you watch her sleep You love to hear her sing And wear purple eyes like rings Well the flowers have no scent And the child’s been miscarried Oh every angel’s terrible ” -cocorosie
this week on the avant guardian \/\/ warm car paint and wintergreen
“And so, it was at Puerto Rico that I first made contact with the United States; for the first time I breathed in the smell of warm car paint and wintergreen, those two olfactory poles between which stretches the whole range of American comfort, from cars to lavatories, by way of radio sets, sweets and toothpaste; and I tried to guess what the girls in the drugstores with their lilac dresses and mahogany hair were thinking about beneath their mask-like makeup.” -Claude Levi-Strauss, Tristes Tropiques RIP Claude Levi-Strauss, 1909-2009
the vines and the trash of life
Now you’re gone, and it’s hotels and whiskey and sad-luck dames And I don’t care if they miss me, I never remember their names They say if you get far enough away, you’ll be on your way back home Well, I’m at the station, and I can’t get on the train Must be blind love, only kind of love is stone blind love Blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love With your blind love, oh it’s blind love, stone blind love It’s your stone blind love -tom waits ps- it all goes to shit in the end. Eat a cucumber, make it tangy. it\’s over
cut the fruit from the vine, and the whole world falls away
I used to have a definite deathwish. During my twenties, I decided that I would kill myself when I turned 33. I wasn't depressed, I simply didn't want to grow old. “Decrepitude” has such a nasty ring to it—did then, still does—and an even nastier smell. And now, almost four years past that expiration date, I can report that I was being stupid. But then I go and write stuff like the following...
this week on the avant guardian \/\/ sever the cucumber from the vine
“The same thing can be both good and bad. Whenever you speak of good, bad is also present. The world is a mixture of both. There is not good without bad. They are both sides of the same coin. Both are necessary. We have been given free will and discriminating capacity to select what is beneficial to us and to avoid what is detrimental to us. Even cobra poison can be used as medicine.” HH Sri Swami Satchidananda
