Silkenvoice: Portland Whore

Monday, May 01, 2006

Portland Whore

A very, very special friend wrote this for me. It is deeply meaningful and quite, quite accurate. It is perhaps the most beauitful thing anyone has ever written me. I am posting it here mainly because I do not want to lose it. I hope he doesn't mind my sharing it too much (if he does, I'll be taking it down).

Portland Whore

Slut. A slut to the gray-green wilderness that hovers over her home, the misted mistress of the environment she loves so deeply, that covers her, disguises her, renders her safely anonymous and—at the same time—places her at the center of the universe, demanding her full attention with senses, camera, and pen, embracing her with the quiet inevitability of adiabatic currents that rise from river, creek, and marshlands, gentle powers that blend air and water, seamless, the water breathes the air, the air inhales the water. Slut.

Whore. A whore to self-discovery, prostrating herself to the truth of where she comes from, selling her past to understanding, spreading herself open to redeem her future and celebrate the day in which her heart beats, now. Today. Here. Whore.

Harlot. A harlot to hedonism, to the exultant complexity of unabashed awareness--of the body, its senses, their frenetic, joyful dialog, the dance between body and soul, mind and heart, brain and genitals. Harlot.

Bitch. A bitch to her own unique principles, snapping at any bastion, shibboleth, or vestigial, arcane supposition that dares to hint at impinging on the freedom that she carves from the dense environment of ponderous, bible-bound past (not her own), a reactionary society, and a bankrupt, dumbed-down culture that would surround her with tawdry stereotypes and diminishing contempt. Bitch.

Concubine. A concubine to knowledge, knowing its power, a courtesan devoted to the nurturing of of the millennial growth of understanding, at once a geisha and a canny perpetrator of the struggle that all artists and thinkers have undergone to leave a deeper imprint of human experience for others to share. Concubine.

Goddam! What a fuckin’ whore this woman is…

Thank you, love. I may be Simone de Beauvoir to your Sartre, but you are Henry Miller to my Anais Nin.

Labels: CD, friendship, love, portland, river, sensual immediacy, women

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kujmous said...: So how I think you could read aloud a soup recipe and hold me on edge. This, however, would push me over... happily.; 2:55 AM, January 24, 2007

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QUOTES MEANINGFUL TO ME

I walk, and I notice. I am sensual in order to be spiritual. I look into everything without cutting into anything. --Winter hours, p100 (Mary Oliver)

The spiritualization of sexuality is called love. It is a great triumph over Christianity. --(Nietzche)

The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. In this state of god-like awareness one sings; in this realm the world exists as a poem. No why or wherefore, no direction, no goal, no striving, no evolving. Like the enigmatic Chinaman one is rapt by the everchanging spectacle of passing phenomena. This is the sublime, the a-moral state of the artist, he who lives only in the moment, the visionary moment of utter, far-reaching lucidity. Such clear, icy sanity that it seems like madness. --(Henry Miller)

Why does the word 'reality' always have such a sinister, gray, fatalistic ring? It is the realists - that is to say, the death-eaters - who are responsible. But the men who are thoroughly wide-awake and completely alive are in reality, and for these reality has always been close to ecstasy. --(Henry Miller)

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. --(Henry Miller)

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection. - (Anais Nin)

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person. --(Anais Nin)

The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself. --(Anais Nin)

I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy. --(Anais Nin)

Electric flesh-arrows... traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm.--(Anais Nin)

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. --(Anais Nin)

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman. --(Anais Nin)

I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I donâ€™t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I donâ€™t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding. --(Anais Nin)

I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic -- in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself. --(Anais Nin)

I'm of the mind that we can always fuck indoors; its the semi-public sexual excitement that makes things interesting. --(KR SilkenVoice)

Good sex is artful and intuitive. Great sex is artful, intuitive, and informed by communication and observation. Often, it is what our partner doesn't say that is most telling. --(KR SilkenVoice)

I am a person of conscience. And while I have few morals in the sense most people do, I am conscious that others have them, and I prefer not to lead them astray... My values are very simple and I live in harmony with them: I do what makes me happy. And I try not to do what will make me unhappy. --(KR SilkenVoice)

I am sapiosexual. I think geeks and nerds are sexy--I often want to rub my clit against their minds. --(KR SilkenVoice)

Intimacy is best served spontaneously. --(KR Silkenvoice)

Words, phrases, syllables, stars that turn around a fized center. Two bodies, many beings that meet in a word. the paper is covered with indelible letters that no one spoke, that no one dictated, that have fallen there and ignite and burn and go out. This is how poetry exists; how love exists. --(Octavio Paz)

Even in the midst of our vulgar civilization we, if lacking God, have at least the cosmic elements. These great essences have a singular value for that psychic-sensuous contemplation which is the secret of lasting happiness. --A Philosophy of Solitude, p7 (John Cowper Powys)

Shan is a sudden mystical experience closely associated with everyday life, regarding it as a blessed gift, and enjoying every moment of it. I would call it gratitude for living, a form of Oriental existentialism. There is a sense of the mystery of the mere act of living. A Shan monk enjoys the humble chores. €�It is a miracle I am drawing water from a well! All life and all living are miracles. --From Pagan to Christian, p170 (Yutang Lin)

The purpose of our lives is to be happy. --(The 14th Dalai Lama)

If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.--(The 14th Dalai Lama)

The art of contentment is the recognition that the most satisfying and the most dependably refreshing experiences of life lie not in great things but in little. The rarity of happiness among those who achieved much is evidence that achievement is not in itself the assurance of a happy life. The great, like the humble, may have to find their satisfaction in the same plain things. --(Edgar A. Collard)

Often, the true glory of existence is confined to individual consciousness. That'€™s okay. Let us live for the beauty of our own reality. --Even Cowgirls Get the Blues (Tom Robbins)

Of the desires some are natural, others vain, and of the natural some are necessary and others merely natural; of the necessary some are necessary for happiness, others for the repose of the body, and others for very life. (Epicurus)

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough. --(Emily Dickinson)

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. (Mark Twain)

The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. --(Eden Phillpotts)

Love is like a reservoir of kindness and pleasure, like silos and pools during a siege. --(Yehuda Amichai)

The hours when the mind is absorbed by beauty are the only hours when we really live... These are the only hours that are not wasted -- these hours that absorb the soul and fill it with beauty. This is real life, and all else is illusion, or mere endurance. --(Richard Jeffries) We are closer to the ants than to the butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure. --(Gerald Brenan)

Leisure is the Mother of Philosophy. --(Thomas Hobbes)

Leisure may prove to be a curse rather than a blessing, unless education teaches a flippant world leisure is not a synonym for entertainment. --(William J. Bogan)

Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do on a rainy Sunday afternoon. --(Susan Ertz)

Where the Dow replaces the Tao, all life becomes desecrated. --(Franck A Little)

Amusement...the happiness of those who cannot think. --(Alexander Pope)

So little does life, in its larger, simpler aspects interest usâ€¦ that in order to titillate our jaded senses, the very arts of our time have to crack their whips â€¦and skin themselves alive for our delight. --A Philosophy of Solitude, p46 (John Cowper Powys)

I find nothing in fables more astonishing than my experience in every hour. One moment of a man's life is a fact so stupendous as to take the luster out of fiction. --(Emerson)

You wake up in the morning, and lo! Your purse is magically filled with 24 hours of the unmanufactured tissue of the universe of your life. It is yours. It is the most precious of possessions. No one can take it from you. It is unstealable. And no one receives either more or less than you receive. --(Arnold Bennett)

Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways. --(Stephen Vincent Benet)

From the philosopher's viewpoint almost all the activities of men appear to me as vain and useless. --(Descartes)

The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness. He alone lives, while other people, slaves of ceremony, let life slip past them in a kind of dream. --(Virginia Woolf)

The purpose of meditation practice is not enlightenment; it is to pay attention even at unextraordinary times, to be of the present, nothing-but-the-present, to bear this mindfulness of now into each event of ordinary life. --(Peter Matthiessen)

American Indian lore speaks of our existence as a threefold miracle: â€œthat things exist at all, that life came out of things, and finally, that life became conscious of itself.â€� â€¦ We take these three amazing facts of our existence for granted. We become desensitized and behave as if these perpetual miracles were unimportant in the conduct of our daily lives. --(Duane Elgin)

To live more consciously means to be more consciously aware, moment by moment, that we are present in all that we do. --(Duane Elgin)

We teach our children how to measure, how to weigh. We fail to teach them how to revere, how to sense wonder and awe. The sense of the sublime, the sign of the inward greatness of the human soul and something which is potentially given to all men, is now a rare gift. --(Abraham Joshua Herschel)

Thinking is learning all over again to see, to be attentive, to focus consciousness; it is turning every idea and every image into a privileged moment. What justifies thought is its extreme consciousness. --(Camus)

Most of one's life. . . is one prolonged effort to prevent oneself thinking. --(Aldous Huxley)

I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority. --(E.B. White)

When you are deluded and full of doubt, even a thousand books of scripture are not enough. When you have realized understanding, even one word is too much. --(Fen-Yang)

Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation. --(Jean Arp)

In us or through us the Primal Mind will have contemplated and enjoyed its own works and will continue to do so as long as human life endures on this planet --(John Burroughs)

The wonder to me is that Man is not even more astounded and dumbfounded than he appears to be each hour of his presence here; that he is not more withdrawn from his so called necessities than he really is, in order to sit beneath a tree, Buddha fashion, and gaze in wonder and astonishment upon the wholly inexplicable world about him. --(Theodore Dreiser)

I must tell you that I should really like to think there is something wrong with me. Because, if there isn't, then there is something wrong with the world itself - and that is much more frightening. --(T.S. Eliot, Letters)

Hume argued acquisitiveness was one of the most basic drives. The true statesman must recognize this fact. Since most people were governed mainly by ambition and avarice, these vices should be imaginatively channeled to work toward the public good. Such passions could be controlled only by other passions; to expect virtue to reign was hopelessly naive. (David Shi)

What can you say about profit and fame to a solitary and untroubled mountain monk. Weeds of delusion don't grow in the mind where flowers of wisdom bloom. --(Stonehouse)

I'm erecting a barrier of simplicity between myself and the world. --(Andre Gide)

I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity. --(Einstein)

My aim is not to be consistent with my previous statements... but to be consistent with the truth as it may present itself to me at a given moment. --(Tolstoy)

We who revel in nature's diversity... tend to brand Homo sapiens as the greatest catastrophe since the Cretaceous extinction. --(Stephen Jay Gould)

It is only logical that the pauperization of soul and the soul of society coincide with the pauperization of the environment. One is the cause and reflection of the other. --(Paolo Soleri)

When I hear somebody say 'Life is hard', I am always tempted to ask 'Compared to what?' --(Sydney J. Harris)

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Monday, May 01, 2006

Portland Whore

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Portland Whore

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Silkenvoice Eroticafor the listening pleasure of men, women, and couples.

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Note: As I am an adult, this blog may contain content inappropriate for children

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