May 2011
9 posts
fortitude
@2011 Odilia Rivera Santos
There are times when people aren’t kind and they’re out to get something and they have gone to church but never seen the light and nothing could be done to make them good or kind cause they were born mean and every act in their lives was a salve to their meanness but not a cure and they hide behind slogans empty as a halloween costume laying on your bed....
April 2011
12 posts
what have you asked/prayed/begged for?
@2011 Odilia Rivera Santos
Effusive praise, multiplicity, abundance, riches, variety cause it’s the spice, so much stuff you can’t find your stuff … but have you asked for singularity of purpose, peace of mind, gentle words, kind gestures and that they uninvent television?
art, life, intellectual masturbation, music, dance, rhythm, song
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love is too much trouble, love
@2011 Odilia Rivera Santos
I’d rather speak of what love is than what it isn’t. I’d rather speak of what love can do instead of what the lack of love causes. Love is the center of all things magical, kind, sweet, good, triumphant and love provides its own adrenaline, love is its own power source and renews itself like a mofo. you need only believe
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reframing your query to the universe
@2011 Odilia Rivera Santos
I believe in synchronicity and an assortment of happy coincidences and I smile more often than I brood, remembering as long as we’re here, we can change, gently subvert, love, engage, fall in and out of the fray… I ask the universe what the next move might be and an answer appears like a feather landing at my feet in slow motion during a storm. sometimes,...
I write, you read, I tell story with song and you...
@2011 Odilia Rivera Santos
To write is to love is to share is to live is to connect is to see is to show is to find is to lose is to rant is to rise is to fall is to quell is to agitate is to shake is to still is to tell is to hide is to seek is to be just fine.
I am here now … and over there as well.
I hope to see you there when I tell stories of transformation, failure, pointlessness...
anthropologist, go home! we no answer question
@2011 Odilia Rivera Santos
Perhaps, he was kind and taught you to read and repaired your hammock — you know the one that catapulted you out the moment you got in because it was too tightly woven, and knew something about the crops and could almost dance to your music, but don’t marry the anthropologist who studied your village; marry the one who studied the village next door.
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i promise not to lead you down the road of...
@ 2011 Odilia Rivera Santos
if you travel down an ordinary path, with its inherent mediocrity, you may spare yourself jealousy and pettiness aimed like a mighty beam in your direction but would you not rather aim for self-actualization?
http://sociologyindex.com/self-actualization.htm
here is my fanpage on Facebook just in case, you’d like to travel down a different path with...
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in the interim, as i reach
@2011 Odilia Rivera Santos
language, as part of culture, is transitory and ephemeral.
Transient consonants passing in the night.
http://latinalogue.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/a-walk-in-the-rain-with-miles/
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I am here now
@2011 Odilia Rivera Santos
When you reach for love, you risk failure and loss, and there are struggles, and you may thrash like an alligator before you admit its validity and strength and capacity to invigorate every fiber of your being and not doing, and you fall and have to get up and you ponder questions as a child would and you begin to begin again and again.
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escribir sobre la vida cotidiana como si existiera
@2011 Odilia Rivera Santos
Los viajes nos presentan otra perspectiva, otra visión del mundo, lágrimas, tristezas ajenas, vidas paralelas, amistades lígeras con profundas enseñanzas, y los perros realengos son dulces en un país desconocido.
http://juliorvarela.com/2011/04/05/latinolit-features-the-poetry-of-odilia-rivera-santos/
conscious and consciousness
@ 2011 Odilia Rivera Santos
We are fed with spoons, and words, and notions and glances and perceptions and hesitations, and learn, and absorb and lean into others’ projections, and then, like a fever, it breaks and we awaken, as if from a dream while a horror movie played in the background, left to separate the real from the bullshit
http://peopleforpuertorico.blogspot.com/
conscious and consciousness
@2011 Odilia Rivera Santos
I am drifting to sleep, as I think of the inadequacy of language to describe, to grasp, to convey spiritual transformation; attempts fall flat like dead eel.
I may be forced to draw epiphanies in pencil against plain white paper, and I may take pictures of Spring as she approaches New York City, languid and refreshed after too long a nap.
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