spring collective (iii)

on the secret life of things-

$5 jeans for sale (buy ah !) when iron-fist joins the new marvel family, frozen eyes on an airship in the sky, sinewy taste in kangeroo fillet, homemade chargrilled seafood platters, grace and my $50 second-hand bike, catching the wind and riding to docklands with my buddy, sbo helmet, my bikee and me-e-e...(to the tune of an old familiar army song)...

Safe in a crazy world
corrinne may www.corrinnemay.com

i try to smile my tears away,
i try to keep my cool but
one more door gets in my way.
i feel like such a fool,
trampled and bitter, my heart
just wants to bleed and stop
believing in me.

it feels like nothing is for certain
and that nothing comes for free,
when they're lowering the curtain
to the theatre of my dreams. i stumble
and i crumble and i'm sinking to my knees
but you,
you cradle me

You keep me flying,
You keep me smiling,
You keep me safe in a crazy world.
You understand me, embrace my fragility,
You keep me safe in a crazy world.
And in your arms i find the strength
to believe in me again

noise keeps chasing me,
no matter where i go
and life likes pretending that it's on a tv show.
when it's hard to tell what's real
from what the world just wants to preach-
You are the voice i seek...

the Spirit reaches the depths of everything, even the depths of God...the depths of a person can only be known by his own spirit, not by any other person. In the same way, the depths of God can only be known by the Spirit of God. (1 Corith2: 10-11)

at sunset all those who had friends suffering... brought them to him and laying his hands on each, Jesus cured them...when daylight came, Jesus left the house and made his way to a lonely place. (Luke 4: 38-44)

Jesus said to Simon, 'Put out into the deep.' (Luke 5: 4)

'Everyday we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heart-ache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every person, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, to discover what is already there...' henry miller

Spring Collective (ii)




























toys and axolotls storm chapel street. each embodies boyhood charms and rustic soil-works of yesterday. aptly titled as collectibles, hal's shop retains a warehouse of dreams for star wars and marvel fans: at-at walkers, vintage figurines, combat busts and wise old mortal enemies like yoda and emperor palpatine posed for a second duel, even jabba the hutt looked artful for the first time. i remember man-handling them many ages ago till their joints were all stunned and broken by the time i was twelve. here, these artifects appeared again, untouched and stood in buddhistic calm waiting for sharp-eyed collectors to take them home.


an unforgettable pet store with rare mexican axolotls (http://www.axolotl.org/index.html) on sale. amphibians with external gills and baby-pink skins. they pack an enormous appetite, famous for their cannibalistic streaks. locals call them walking-fish, a sure betrayal of their genes. back on a corner were tanks of reptiles on display, some on sale; baby boas, blue-tongued scaly lizards, water monitors, irrepressible hermit crabs, rows of quiet scorpions, static bird-eating spiders and the unexpected stick insect surrounded by tall glass, oblivious to the wide-eyed stares of passerbys who strain hard to cut the difference between a twig and bug.

its springtime, not only of the sky but of the mind, lodged in spaces of memory, delighting the eye...

Spring Collective (i)

It was my first experience of spring. The change in weather was barely discernable. All i felt was a slow rise in temperature where some days no longer chill like before. The emerald grass and tree buds germinate in quick intensity as the windswept cool and sunwet days impart sufficient rain and earth-bound moisture to hasten their hour of growth...