Musings
The place for everything else in between. A little divination, some cards, lots of thoughts and ideas in the air, with the body in movement.
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It all starts in pieces, two or three sentences on endpapers of a night-table book. A smattering of brief voice notes. Spontaneous scratches and scribbles. Days pass, weeks, a month, three. I keep stewing the matter [in a container], gathering ingredients in the pot. Stirring, turning… It’s in this pot we begin. The cave, the…
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Let me tell you a story of an ageless youth. This is a love letter to my self in these times of great change, of groaning and wailing, of horrors and desperations. A portion of the cup bearer’s nectar, if I may, that trickles outward through the spaces of these uttered words. Of a boy…
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I originally began writing this as an exploration of historiolae and their narratives within a Cyprianic context. To be sure, historiola as a thing is the basis for this piece, but my focus has changed. I want to zoom in on “Saint Cyprian as a Healer and Further Considerations on Sorcerous Poetics” from Jose Leitao’s…
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The eve of St. John the Baptist is here and for me the actual eve, the night, of this day is about imaginal, and not so imaginal, escapades. Wild nights under the starts, ecstatic dancing, and a communion between the living and the spirits (including the dead). Since this is about entering into more fluid…
Natalia Lee 