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Mermaid’s Evening

Posted in Art, Creativity, Goddess, Love, Myth, tagged , , , on December 3, 2011| 3 Comments »

The Little Mermaid by Amoreno

For the full story of the Mermaid’s Evening, listen and watch:

Tori Amos – Silent All These Years – YouTube.

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“Silent All These Years”

[excerpted lyrics]

But what if I’m a mermaid
In these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don’t care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice
And it’s been here
Silent All These Years
…
So you found a girl
Who thinks really deep thougts
What’s so amazing about really deep thoughts?
Boy you best pray that I bleed real soon
How’s that thought for you
…

Years go by
Will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by
If I’m stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds
Raining in head
Years go by
Will I choke on my tears
Till finally there is nothing left

…

But what if I’m a mermaid
In these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don’t care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice

And it’s been here
Silent All These Years
I’ve been here
Silent All These Years

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Mermaid’s Afternoon

Posted in Art, Myth, Photography, Writing, tagged , , , on December 2, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Life on land comes at a cost…

[Photo by Michael Eastman, as found on Fauxology]

Fable Of The Mermaid And The Drunks by Pablo Neruda – YouTube.

(Read by Ethan Hawke, from the soundtrack of IL POSTINO)

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Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks

All these men were there inside
when she entered, utterly naked.
They had been drinking, and began to spit at her.
Recently come from the river, she understood nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The taunts flowed over her glistening flesh.
Obscenities drenched her golden breasts.
A stranger to tears, she did not weep.
A stranger to clothes, she did not dress.
They pocked her with cigarette ends and with burnt corks,
and rolled on the tavern floor in raucous laughter.
She did not speak, since speech was unknown to her.
Her eyes were the color of faraway love,
her arms were matching topazes.
Her lips moved soundlessly in the coral light,
and ultimately, she left by that door.
Hardly had she entered the river than she was cleansed,
gleaming once more like a white stone in the rain;
and without a backward look, she swam once more,
swam toward nothingness, swam to her dying.

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Mermaid’s Morning

Posted in Art, Creativity, Earth, Myth, Photography, tagged , on December 2, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Dive in with me, my kelp forest can be lonely…

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