Silverbeauty

black albino bones

mythago — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 05:28:16 GMT

She smiled with teeth as white as newborn elephant tusks she said I was God it frightened me she doesn't know how to lie.

Fire Mythagos

mythago — Fri, 05 Dec 2008 05:44:11 GMT

To trust in the dance with a billion tiny tongues of flame....

I live in your heart and everywhere!

mythago — Sat, 29 Nov 2008 22:38:11 GMT

Beauty: she is the mother of all Gods She has no face (** an update - I have decided she does have a face. It is Mystery.)

You Are Beautiful

mythago — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 04:32:13 GMT

Mysteria lies close to dreamland and the unknown regions, yet we can walk there, play there, create there. A heartbeat of fire, brimming with love. Thank you, fellow Mysterians, for your effort and determination that made this year's Transformus completely magical and real.

Mother Bird Shrieks Thank You

mythago — Fri, 02 May 2008 05:43:23 GMT

I hold in my hand the hearts of a million tiny birds each tiny life beating as one their mouths open stretching wide their beaks meant to startle me so perhaps I will drop them and they will fly away free I climb the fig tree with the screaming, beating hearts of these birds the feathers like soft dew but not wet placing these tiny beings in their nest I descend feeling a smile arise in my own heart.

identity of being

mythago — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 23:55:57 GMT

"On different levels of existence one takes the leap and tries to reach the other shore. The idea of the return--present in all religious acts, in all myths, and even in utopias--is the force of the gravity of love. Woman exalts us, makes us come out of ourselves, and simultaneously, makes us return. To fall: to be again. Hunger for life: hunger for death. Leap of energy, explosion, expansion of being: laziness, cosmic inertia, fall into the infinite. Strangeness before the Other: return to oneself. Experience of the unity and final identity of being." — Octavio Paz, from his musings on Poetic Revelation, found in The Bow and the Lyre I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon. "Excuse me," I said. "I thought you were a trout stream." "I'm not," she said. — from Richard Brautigan's Trout Fishing in America

silver eyes of the sun

mythago — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 04:53:25 GMT

A door opens to nowhere to lead everywhere. I peer with eyes birthed in the sun and remember.

Silvertrust

mythago — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 05:36:23 GMT

A damsel with a dulcimer in a vision once I saw. It was an Abyssinian maid, and on her dulcimer she played, singing of mount Abora. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge As last we face the reckoning, eyes wide-eyed and rolling with the smoke of innocence, the ethereal hip-shake of beauty, a voice carrying a song in the last spirals of desire. What does it mean to perceive Goddess in a flash of hyper-stimulating undulations, movement, heartbeats, and swirling love shakes? I am not sure I know how to respond to this communication. I am not sure I can clear my thoughts to hear it pure. The secret heartbeat of an Aum whispers—maybe a human makes it, or maybe the wild, blind wings of the wind. My eyes open.

In a Birth of Honest Reflection

mythago — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 08:28:43 GMT

In a Birth of Honest Reflection A free man lies sprawled on a bus bench He once knew the path to God He hasn't forgotten, but the path to Go numb is so easy, so welcome, The path to know leaves you a freak He's a liar, they say He's an acid casualty He's three eggs short of a dozen I was struck by lightning once I still have the scar on my wrist to prove it A scar like an inverted five, A long three-inch arc of pinkish-raised flesh I rub at the bumpy ridge It hadn't hurt, or maybe I didn't notice, When it happened Outside I hear boys playing hide-and-seek games, They carry packs on their backs, Skateboards strapped in They create adventure from raw enthusiasm Making a game out of life Before life makes a game out of them.

filmmaking

mythago — Fri, 21 Dec 2007 23:22:40 GMT

This photo brings me back to the process of making a film, being on set, where the story is coming alive and one is there to catch it with unique eyes and ears. I miss it, I need to immerse in this again.

the love rasa : shringara rasa

mythago — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 07:42:54 GMT

Shringar is the Rasa of love, art, beauty and spiritual devotion. It is the King (or Queen) of all Rasas, the very purpose of creation and the universe. Creation only happened for the enjoyment of Shringara, when Shiva and Shakti, the male and female energies, who were one, decided to play a game of hide and seek. Love is the most extreme happiness that people can create together, living as a god and goddess in a universe of their own. In this way the relationship becomes a rehearsal of surrender to the universe and the Divine. It is my belief that the love starts at the essence of Shiva and Shakti in oneself, and the finding of another, from which to spiral the love out in a grand dance of being. Of course, this other is yourself.

Help my movie THE STREET CLEANER become a FOX TV series!

mythago — Tue, 13 Nov 2007 05:06:33 GMT

As many of you know, THE STREET CLEANER has been enjoying some great fortune on the festival circuit, and now we've submitted the concept to an online contest sponsored by FOX and MYSPACE. To be eligible for the contest, we had to cut our 34 minute film down to a 5-7 minute nutshell version. If you haven't seen our movie yet, and you want to be surprised, you can just vote without viewing. Or if you'd like to watch this version, feel free. Either way, PLEASE click on the video link below and vote for us (a thumbs-up "Boo-yah!" goes a long way towards a win!) http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=21624139 or copy this into your browser: myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=21624139 Thanks so much! (To Vote, you have to be a member of MySpace, and at least stick around until December 1. Sorry, I know it doesn't have the *joy* of Tribe, but there's opportunities for filmmakers to network there.) www.TheStreetCleanerMovie.com

I take a breath

mythago — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 20:17:57 GMT

"I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somehow rest on pure joy." -- Louise Bogan My Dad is trying to understand his heart today.

Casida of the Dark Doves

mythago — Wed, 08 Aug 2007 16:03:00 GMT

Casida of the Dark Doves by Federico Garcia Lorca In the branches of the laurel I saw two dark doves. One was the sun, the other the moon. "Little neighbors," I said to them, "where is my grave?" "In my tail," said the sun. "In my throat," said the moon. And I who was out walking with the earth at my waist saw two eagles of snow and a naked girl. One was the other and the girl was neither. "Little eagles," I said to them, "where is my grave?" "In my tail," said the sun. "In my throat," said the moon. In the branches of the laurel I saw two naked doves. The one was the other and both were neither.

Some Press & Reviews of THE STREET CLEANER

mythago — Sat, 09 Jun 2007 20:53:36 GMT

Eric, Nathaniel, and I (and our digital film studio Perpombellar Productions) received a nice write up about our film THE STREET CLEANER by Connect Savannah News in Robin Wright Gunn's column "Hear & Now." LINK: http://www.connectsavannah.com/show_article.php?article_id=2407 We were also featured in this June/July 2007 issue of The South Magazine. Here is a behind-the-scenes video shot during the photo shoot on River Street in Savannah. LINK: http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid271552646/bctid933203737 Here's a Gallery of Images from The South's feature on THE STREET CLEANER: http://thesouthmag.com/gallery.asp?galleryid=52 Images from THE STREET CLEANER's Premiere at the "Shorts at the Beach" Festival: http://thesouthmag.com/scene.asp?sceneid=183 www.TheStreetCleanerMovie.com

the importance of play

mythago — Sat, 02 Jun 2007 06:00:44 GMT

This is one of my favorite recent Silvergirl images. I found it at the website for Adventure Playgrounds - a child's world in the city. http://adventureplaygrounds.hampshire.edu/index.html

THE STREET CLEANER wins Best Film!

mythago — Tue, 15 May 2007 03:56:12 GMT

Good news! This weekend at the Coligny Theatre's "Shorts at the Beach" Film Festival, our film THE STREET CLEANER swept away with three awards. For the People's Choice Awards, we won Best Topic and Best Film. The judges of the festival also awarded us Best Film! As you can imagine, I am ecstatic. (the photograph is of Karry McLean, the actress who plays Jamie in the film, and was for fun--showing her with a mock Oscar that was part of the Festivals decorations.) http://www.TheStreetCleanerMovie.com

daydreamin'

mythago — Sat, 05 May 2007 05:01:17 GMT

Wouldn't it be nice if the ass baboons of Venus spoke the truth, and every kiss really was never-ending? If I woke up and those dreams I had in some innocent past day, maybe when I was 17, suddenly came true, or rather, were the true reality, and this long slip since was the actual dream, the experiment in what might be but never was. If I woke up. What keeps me sleeping?

guides to enlightenment

mythago — Tue, 01 May 2007 19:13:40 GMT

There's something beautiful and innocent about this photograph. I think Thaddeus Golas was onto something, with this little book "The Lazy Man's Guide to Enlightenment" that he's ready to hand out in the photo. "One of my psychedelic excursions had gotten off to a bad start, and I was sinking into a really satanic bummer. As I looked about me at people turning evil, shrunken, colorless, old and weird, I suddenly thought, "Well, what did you think it was that needed to be loved?" And just like that, the doors opened, and I was in paradise." -- Thaddeus Golas More about Thaddeus: http://www.thaddeusgolas.com/

cave of the heart

mythago — Mon, 23 Apr 2007 22:07:52 GMT

Imagination does not uplift; we don't want to be uplifted, we want to be more completely aware. -- Kahlil Gibran

fusion

mythago — Mon, 23 Apr 2007 07:45:22 GMT

silver breasts Aphrodite with hair unbound Her silver breasts adorning. Her long, her soft, her streaming hair, Falls on a silver breast laid bare By the stir and swing of the sealit air And the movement of the morning. (Epithalamion, 21-26) — James Elroy Flecker (1884-1915)

The Street Cleaner - a short film

mythago — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 22:10:07 GMT

The film I've been working on since last summer, THE STREET CLEANER, is finished and we've been accepted into our first film festival, Hilton Head Island's "Shorts at the Beach," with hopefully more to come. I'm excited for the next phase, sharing this excellent story and our hard work with everyone. THE STREET CLEANER: As prostitutes disappear from Savannah's Historic District, one savvy streetwalker believes it could never happen to her. The website: http://www.TheStreetCleanerMovie.com Trailer online at Revver: http://one.revver.com/watch/234899/flv/affiliate/57412

I am here, listening to the drum

mythago — Sun, 08 Apr 2007 02:19:23 GMT

The beat is furious and the day endless, the night long. Life shimmers with a fecund beauty, buoyed by love.

Hiding Withing A Monkey's Eyes

mythago — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 21:52:11 GMT

THE GIRL WITH BLACK wings blows on a tiny instrument in her hands, the sound a quiet foghorn. She looks at me, her eyes wondering what I think of her uniqueness, or maybe she is nervous that I’m paying attention. I’m the first to glance away, not wanting to offend. I wonder about her purpose, adorned in such a way on this beautiful afternoon. Where is she wanting to fly? Maybe she has no desire at all and she is here, comfortable with herself, walking winged through Savannah so others can remember, this is what flying is like.

Not Afraid to Die

mythago — Sat, 10 Mar 2007 17:52:57 GMT

She opens her silver eyes while The Jesus & Mary Chain plays on the radio. With the light soft through her window, her first smile is, he's thinking about me. That boy, the practical dreamer. Rolling over, she pulls blankets around her. I'm thinking about him. This is her second smile, golden light on her pillow. Yesterday a letter came saying, hey I love you from all the way around the world. Through death and war her friend is alive, traveling. Shrugging into her clothes, a third smile arrives. Though I want to, I don't have to be with him.