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Valentine's Love-in

2/17/2014

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This lovely Silverstein poem was the quote of the day- every time I read it I get a little sad about that they never knew... and wish the poem would go on and so they would know it.









We've picked our favorite love-poems, and had a lovely joined gathering with Parliament on King in Sydney, where my friend and mentor Jan Cornall http://www.writersjourney.com.au/  is poet-on-duty-we'd skype back and forth, sharing the love.

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Nizar Qabbani
Take off your clothes.

For centuries, no miracle
Has touched the earth. Take off your clothes
For I am mute, but your body knows
Every tongue. Take off your clothes.
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Charles Bukowski
Like A Flower In The Rain

I cut the middle fingernail of the middle
finger
right hand
real short
and I began rubbing along her cunt
as she sat upright in bed
spreading lotion over her arms
face
and breasts
after bathing.
then she lit a cigarette:
"don't let this put you off,"
an smoked and continued to rub
the lotion on.
I continued to rub the cunt.
"You want an apple?" I asked.
"sure, she said, "you got one?"
but I got to her-
she began to twist
then she rolled on her side,
she was getting wet and open
like a flower in the rain.
then she rolled on her stomach
and her most beautiful ass
looked up at me
and I reached under and got the
cunt again.
she reached around and got my 
cock, she rolled and twisted,
I mounted
my face falling into the mass
of red hair that overflowed
from her head 
and my flattened cock entered
into the miracle.
later we joked about the lotion
and the cigarette and the apple.
then I went out and got some chicken
and shrimp and french fries and buns
and mashed potatoes and gravy and 
cole slaw,and we ate.she told me
how good she felt and I told her
how good I felt and we 
ate the chicken and the shrimp and the
french fries and the buns and the
mashed potatoes and the gravy and
the cole slaw too.

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Pablo Neruda
Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. 

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Elizabeth Vongsaravanh
Humidity 

An image of two souls percolating through
loopholes into a cup, as the past turns into
a pile of wet tea leaves.
They sit next to each other,
drink from the same cup,
and finally,
love.
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Rainer Maria Rilke
I Am Too Alone In The World, And Not Alone Enough

I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough
to make every minute holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
And I want my grasp of things
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that took me safely
through the wildest storm of all.


























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...When the Night Comes...

2/10/2014

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“Never worry about being obsessive. I like obsessive people. Obsessive people make great art” 
― Susan Sontag
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There is this cigar I was given a few months ago on the very condition of me smoking it. I haven't - and after taking a drag, I realized I couldn't - but I gave it to Florian Wiesner (filmmaker/producer) who approached me a few months ago with the idea of making a short inspirational documentary capturing the essence of Icon Klub--"I know there is a story behind every item in the bar! I can feel it," he said.

So we started filming last week. It was a lot of fun to experience a major synchronicity of ideas and vision along with the support of friends and visitors who participated and contributed to the making of this film.

Below are some of the only photos I took during the 6 days of shooting,  The unusual activity became a habit after day 1, and when it was all over, I didn't know what to do with my suddenly  "unsupervised" free daytime for a couple of days! :) 

my bottle-top collection of 4 years
Florian with unsuspecting passer-by
the last bit- day 6, and then we all rested.
The black & white images we are using in the film are snapshots taken by Scottish artist/musician Don Wright -alias The "Invisible" Photographer  www.donwrightimages.com 

For background music all I wanted was "Mirage" by Ladytron from the album "Gravity the Seducer".  
Daniel Hunt (founding member, songwriter and producer of the electronic band Ladytron) was sipping his Caipirinha on the Icon porch about 2 years ago - being definitely at the right place at the right time. When we started filming I asked him if we could have this energetic, inspiring tune for our theme and he yessed it the same day. The approval made me dance to it!  One more big cyber-hug to you Daniel, if you are reading this! 
Listen to Mirage at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mSFL3h9Lgw  
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The filmmaker holding an extension of his eyes that notices all details and compresses years of action into an approximately 4 minute film - or rather an animated flashback - to be uploaded for the public in a few weeks. Can't wait to see it!



With all of it done, with the cigar having been smoked, us sitting on the porch sipping a whiskey on the rocks, we felt what Anaïs Nin knew all along: 

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.”
― Anaïs Nin
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    Elizabeth Vongsaravanh manager/owner/operator Icon Klub
    multi-tasking while still functioning as an artist-- designer, writer and 
    mother.

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