lightness of being

As the Spring season begins to take shape, I am looking to

shed not only my Winter skin, but also the dead weight of the previous

season from my tresses. A new beginning; aesthetically speaking that is. 2009 is proving to be a year of change(s); some welcome; whilst naturally, others are starting to show their true nature: cumbersome. I wish to rid myself of the 'heavies' of my life. I consider myself to be an emotionally weighted person...and yearn for a lightness of being. How exactly one acquires this, I have no idea. I reckon the best option for someone like myself, is to mate with someone who embodies this lightness, and therefore an equilibrium of our two natures will be established. I am reminded of Kundera's spin on Nietzsche's Eternal return, and how Kundera described lightness as a state in which nothing in our lives was ever repeated; that our very existence was fragile in nature because nothing we ever did would affect, or impact future generations...he deemed a life marked by lightness as insignificant, and not worth living at all. Hence the title of his novel 'The unbearable lightness of being'. I tend to disagree with Kundera, as I do not perceive anything unbearable in a life not repeated...I rather think it's a romantic notion; to live out ones life where every single action occurs only once, and will not be continuously regurgitated/reincarnated...no enduring mark on future generations, no apparent legacy to be left behind. The more realistic view, is that of Nietzsche: "the idea that an eternal recurrence of blind, meaningless variation—chaotic, pointless shuffling of matter and law—would inevitably spew up worlds whose evolution through time would yield the apparently meaningful stories of our lives." The act of turning meaningless to meaning... that is, after all, what we are seeking to do... is it not?

Ryan McGinley

I was made aware of Ryan via the Sigur Ros website. They chose one of the photos from his ' I know where the Summer goes' exhibit to grace the cover of their latest cd. Simply beautiful. Check him out. http://www.ryanmcginley.com/

My constant companion. He who possesses ebony fur; stricken with a shade of amber. He often lays low; contented to yield to silence, his demeanor hums softly of other worlds. At night, he sleeps at the foot of my bed; an outstretched paw intermittently taps the floorboards. I am forever made aware of his presence, and his purpose. Within the dark recesses of this mad place; I slumber in defenselessness, whilst his eyes are ever watchful and discerning; offering up slivers of light. We share a burden, he and I, the weight of the worlds woes are distributed upon our shoulders. Often, more so his than mine. Without this earnest devotion to one another, I would surely slip softly away...he washes me clean of all of my tidal pain; absorbing any fragmented remnants upon his own aspect. My only companion; he whispers while I sleep. His nighttime musings resonate a lingering sadness; his words freeze time, as they penetrate the ceiling and walls that surround.