More of Less.
Posted by Gui | Filed under Culture, Shorts
“But no matter how much the mess and distortion make you want to despair, you can’t abandon the work because you’re chained to the bloody thing, it’s absolutely woven into your soul and you know you can never rest until you’ve brought truth out of all the distortion and beauty out of all the mess – but it’s agony, agony, agony – while simultaneously being the most wonderful and rewarding experience in the world – and that’s the creative process which so few people understand.
It involves an indestructible sort of fidelity, an insane sort of hope, and indescribable sort of… well, it’s love isn’t it? There’s no other word for it… And don’t throw Mozart at me… I know he claimed his creative process was no more than a form of automatic writing, but the truth was he sweated and slaved and died young giving birth to all that music. He poured himself out and suffered. That’s the way it is. That’s creation… You can’t create without waste and mess and sheer undiluted slog. You can’t recreate without pain. It’s all part of the process. It’s in the nature of things.
So in the end every major disaster, every tiny error, every wrong turning, every fragment of discarded clay, all the blood, sweat and tears – everything has meaning. I reuse, reshape, recast all that goes wrong so that in the end nothing is wasted and nothing is without significance and nothing ceases to be precious to me.”
- Harriet March
[Love] Gui.
Tags: Agony., Art., Create, Distortion., Fidelity., Hope., Pain., Work.
Seadog.
Posted by Gui | Filed under Poetry
“So come.
Come, lay down.
Lay low with me.
As the tides roll in.”
The winds are changing,
The seadog knows when to turn ashore.
Learning what it means to wait.
And no longer hide.
And the waves crash, as the tides roll in.
Broken masts, lost ships and healed lovers.
All his baptisms and search parties.
Birthed with champagne,
Remembered with cognac.
He sighs.
What was the last thing she asked?
“Are you ever afraid out there?”
“A woman’s depth is a mystery I never mastered.
A miracle I won’t tire from. Let me drown.
As you harbor this virgin heart.”
She runs her fingers through his canvassed skin.
Her cheeks against his scruff.
Her lips always encouraging.
“So come.
Come, lay down.
Lay low with me.
As the tides roll in.”
[Love] Gui.
Tags: Crash., Hide., Lips, Sea., Shore., Tides., Virgin, Wait.
Toeing.
Posted by Gui | Filed under Poetry
A person with no regrets is one unwilling to learn.
Her grace is not a virgin, just simple minded.
Turning her good deeds into whispers amidst thunder,
and her err into a shriek louder than birth pains.
Oh how broken it is.
How broken it is.
[Love] Gui.
Tags: Broken, Deeds, Grace, Virgin, Whisper
Motel Romance.
Posted by Gui | Filed under Poetry
There’s a romance that takes place in this motel room.
He comes from many nights of bed sheets and other bodies.
She’s tired of waiting for her savior.
Her name is the name of many others but she’s not another.
And Caligula is his name, nothing sounds more like Jesus.
And motel romance is different than what she dreamt as a little girl.
Her demi-god and golden calf breathing on her neck.
His chain, touching her lips, reminds her he’s not her savior.
Her name is the name of many others but she’s not another.
Caligula is his name, nothing sounds more like Jesus
And she laughs because coincidences are so inconvenient.
He’s staring at the mirror, the only image he can pray to.
She’s staring at the blinking neon lights.
“Jesus Saves”
He never undresses her, just enough.
She never makes any requests, just enough.
The woman was never held, just enough.
While she prays on a messy bed, the pillow does the job.
He walks out as soon as he’s done, as sweaty as he was.
She dreams one day he’ll look back and smile.
But Caligula is his name, nothing sounds more like Jesus.
And coincidences are so inconvenient.
And motel romance is different than what she dreamt as a little girl.
[Love] Gui.
Tags: Caligula, Girl, Jesus, Motel, Neon light, Romance
Have you ever?
Posted by Gui | Filed under Poetry
She asked him “Have you ever had your heart broken?”
Because it can only be so if it was freely given to someone.
A risk no one can avoid.
He asked her “Has God ever have let you down?”
If not, she might be strangely perfect.
Not living at God’s mercy.
How can Love redeem such perfect being?
She asked him “Have you ever felt alone?”
For a man who never felt distant, never truly loved anyone.
They sat in silence. And He whispered into their soul.
He asked her “Have you ever been afraid?”
A fearless woman is a woman in denial.
We have all been afraid, at one point or another.
Part of recognizing how broken we are.
She asked him “Do you understand His love?”
But she wasn’t looking for an answer, only a demonstration.
And he held her hand. They sat in silence.
They felt closer to one another.
He asked her “Have you ever acted in foolishness?’
An abandoned heart is a better lover than candlelight.
Acting out of unrestrained love.
She told him “I have seen good an evil spring out of my own soul,
And the redemption His love brings at every breath.
I have seen high tides and low tides, and the waters that drowned my heart.
And I have acted in selfless abandon. Tasting life’s sweet melancholy.
A reminder of where our Maker has just been.”
He smiled, and felt closer to such delightful being.
They sat in silence.
So he told her “I have been wrong about justice and fairness.
Not knowing when my hands were to be at rest.
I have seen the depth of my own loneliness.
And to not know how dark and broken this world can be,
Is a gift I have not been granted yet.
Only to find the stillness of my soul before creation.”
They sat in silence.
And He whispered into their soul.
Learning their answers from each other’s eyes.
[Love] Gui.
Tags: Asked, Broken, Have you, Heart, Love, Silence, Whisper
