anais nin's "A Spy in the House of Love"

4/30/2008 at 12:08 PM

"The ascension of the ballet dancers into space and their return to the ground, brought before her eyes a Japanese umbrella made of colored paper which she once wore in her hair. It was lovely to see, so delicately made. When it rained and others opened their umbrellas then it was time for her to close hers.
But a high wind torn it, and when she went into Chinatown to buy another the woman who ran the shop shouted violently: "It's made in Japan, throw it in the gutter!" Sabina had looked at the parasol, innocent and fragile, made in a moment of peace by a workman dreaming of peace, make like a flower, lighter that war and hatred. She left the shop and looked down at the gutter and could not bring herself to throw it. She folded it quietly, folded tender gardens, the fragile structure of dream, a workman's dream of peace, innocent music, innocent workman whose hands had not made bullets. In time of war, hatred confused all the values, hatred fell upon the cathedrals, paintings, music, rare books, children and innocent passerbyy.
She folded the letter, as she had folded the parasol, out of sight of hatred and violence. She could not keep pace with the angry pulse of the world. She was engaged in a smaller cycle, the one opposite of war. There were truths women had been given to protect while the men went to war. When everything would be blown away, a paper parasol would raise its head among the debris, and man would be reminded of peace and tenderness."

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Growing...

4/21/2008 at 1:26 PM

I am very excited to have my first release with Summer Rain Recordings...April 24th is right around the corner. Like a Flower Through Concrete will be available through digital distribution.... you can find me at http://www.summerrainrecordings.net If you like poetry, beats, piano, moodiness, and a glimpse of my sense of humor you will hopefully enjoy this EP :)~

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