She Dances With Butterflies
A Digital Collage
By Charlotte Self
Mary Mackey
The Eros Interviews
"...there are after all, only three forces that keep the world together, forces that create, forces that preserve, and forces that destroy. When you cut Eros off from all the other forces that create, you end up with a small damaged thing. It's as if you've picked the eye out of a bird and called it a whole bird or the wing from a butterfly and called it whole...
Phoenix Rising
A Digital Collage
By Charlotte Self
Chaos is the creative void, the formless source of all form. Eros is the spiritual medium connecting chaos and matter, the creative impulse, of love , desire, and enchantment.
Eros is creativity, it is the expansion of possibilities that comes through passionate participation.
I gravitate toward all visual and expressive arts, painting-photography- singing-writing- dancing, and
THE HEALING OF BOTH SEXES
I AM YOU, AND YOU ARE ME, AND WE ARE, ALL TOGETHER
I... AM YOU...WE... ARE...FRAGILE
The Bride
A Digital Collage By
By Charlotte Self
APPLESAUCE FOR EVE
by ~~MARGE PIERCY~~
Those old daddies cursed you and us in you,
damned for your curiosity: for your sin
was wanting knowledge. To try, to taste,
to take into the body, into the brain
and turn each thing, each sign, each factiod
round and round as new facets glint and white
fractures into colors and the image breaks
into crystal fragments that pierce the nerves
while the brain casts the chips into patterns.
Each experiment sticks the finger deep into the
pie
dares existence, blows a horn in the ear
of belief, lets the nasty and difficult brats
of real questions into the still air
of the desiccated parlor of stasis.
What we all know to be true, constant,
melts like frost landscapes on a window
in a jet of steam. how many last words
in how many dead languages would translate into,
But what happens if i, and whoops!
We see adam wagging his tail, good dog,good
dog, while you and the snake shimmy
up the tree,
lab partners in a dance of will and hunger,
the thirst not of the flesh but of the brain.
Men always think women are wanting
sex,
cock, snake, when it's the world she's after.
The birth trauma for the first concieved kid
of the ego, I think therefore i am, I
kick the tree, who am i, why am i,
going, going to die, die, die.
You are indeed the mother of invention,
the first scientist. Your name means
life: finite, dynamic, swimming against
the current of time, tasting, testing,
eating knowledge like any other nutrient.
We are all the children of your bright hunger
We are all products of that first experiment,
for if death was the worm in that apple,
the seeds were freedom and the flowering of choice.
To paint Ophelia,
cathartic laying on of hands,
to kiss soft with paint,
her rose petal lips,
and gently lay the flowers
'round her tangled,
swirling, hair.
No rue, no rue,
just rosemary,
that's for remembrance,
and I swear,
I wear mine,
with a difference.
Blue-green baptism,
among the lily pads.
Sweet, deep, virginal,
sleep.
And I know, the
color of rejection .
I,
the mad,
maiden
at your window.
pray you,
love,
remember.
CHARLOTTE SELF
Music
the typical chick music ,tori amos, kt tunstall, allanis morrisett, regina spector, kate havnevik, imogen heap, dresden dolls, snow patrol,dave matthews, counting crows, R.E.M. talking heads, and of course the grateful dead,bob dylan, joni mitchell,joan baez,tom waites,rob thomas,LEONARD COHEN, leonard cohen, leonard cohen!!!OUR BREATH IS MUSIC, MUSIC IS OUR BREATH
RHAPSODY-- rhap·so·dy
Pronunciation: 'rap-s&-dE
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural -dies
Etymology: Latin rhapsodia, from Greek rhaps-Oidia recitation of selections from epic poetry, rhapsody, from rhapsOidos rhapsodist, from rhaptein to sew, stitch together + aidein to sing -- more at ODE
1 : a portion of an epic poem adapted for recitation
2 archaic : a miscellaneous collection
3 a (1) : a highly emotional utterance (2) : a highly emotional literary work (3) : effusively rapturous or extravagant discourse b : RAPTURE, ECSTASY
4 : a musical composition of irregular form having an improvisatory character
Movies
Siren
A Digital Collage
By Charlotte Self
Woman Vessel
Your tongue is seeking water, I am not the water, I am the cup, that brings the water, to your lips. I am a vessel neither half full, nor half empty. valued, not for what I hold but, that I hold.
I am content, this is full-fill-ment please, do not mistake this for passivity, see it as capacity, Puissance,
Receptive does not equal weakness,
Don't imagine me, clawing at your door, I, could take you in...
We must examine our prejudices, or this war of words could go on for another 2000 years.
CHARLOTTE SELF
Television
House, Grey's Anatomy,and Boston Legal.
Books
a box of rain,- robert hunter, anything by anais nin, for the love of the dark one songs of mirabai,- andrew schelling, any translations of rumi,-especially coleman barks , blood memory,- martha graham, Ulysses,- james joyce ,marge peircy, susie bright, angela carter, sacred sexuality,-georg feuerstein(not a how to book)timothy leary,- the delicious grace of moving one's hand( also not a how to book) the lives of a cell and the medusa and the snail-lewis thomas . ............the list is endless , love books.
Heroes
Anais Nin
"And the day came,when the pain
of remaining tight in the bud,
was greater than the risk it took
to open"
Metamorphosis
By Charlotte Self
Metamorphosis
Under the cover of darkness,
she’ll break her cocoon,
folded wings intact,
to spread and dry in the morning sun.
She will light in a nearby tree,
to chart her flight,
and begin a journey
that will take her miles from
the scene of her death and rebirth.
Silken strands of instinct, will, memory, and desire,
will bring her
back, in time,
to complete her story. CHARLOTTE SELF ....
Time To Fly
By Charlotte Self
"I need to live in exaltation,
because otherwise
as soon as my life slows down,
I fall into analysis" Anais Nin
..
Frida Kahlo
"Through her paintings, she breaks all the
taboos of the woman's body
and of female sexuality."
[Diego Rivera on Frida Kahlo]
Georgia O Keeffe
“I found I could say things
with color and shapes
that I couldn't say any other way -
things I had no words for.”
Martha Graham
"There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening
That is translated through you into action,
And because there is only one of you in all time,
This expression is unique.
If you block it,
It will never exist through any other medium
And be lost.
The world will never have it.
It is not your business to determine how good it is,
Nor how valuable it is,
Nor how it compares with other expressions.
It is your business to keep it yours, clearly and directly,
To keep the channel open.
You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work.
You have to keep open and aware
Directly to the urges that motivate you.
Keep the channel open.
No artist is pleased.
There is no satisfaction whatever at any time.
There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction,
A blessed unrest that keeps us marching
And makes us more alive than others."
Martha Graham
Isadora Duncan
"You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you"
Leonard Cohen
"Forget your perfect offering,
ring the bells that still can ring,
there is a crack in everything,
that's how the light gets in."
James Joyce
Never let us do wrong,
because our opponents did so.
Let us, rather, by doing right,
show them what they ought to have done,
and establish a rule
the dictates of reason and conscience,
rather than of the angry passions.
D.H.Lawrence
“Be still when you have nothing to say;
when genuine passion moves you,
say what you've got to say,
and say it hot.”
any one who has paved the way for free expression , or shattered the manacles of repression, also
Rupert Sheldrake
"The Presence of the Past", "The Sense of Being Stared At" and "Seven Experiments That Could Change The World:A Do-It-Yourself Guide to Revolutionary Science"
Joseph Campbell
Every religion is true one way or another.
It is true when understood metaphorically.
But when it gets stuck in its own metaphors,
interpreting them as facts, then you are in trouble.
Carl Jung
The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect
but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity.
The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
ROBERT HUNTER
“In wickedness of pride is lost
the light to understand how little grace is earned
and how much given.”
Little Messengers
Traditional Collage, Paper on Canvas
By Charlotte Self
ATTICS OF MY LIFE
In the attics of my life
Full of cloudy dreams unreal
Full of tastes no tongue can know
And lights no eye can see
When there was no ear to hear
You sang to me
I have spent my life
Seeking all that's still unsung
Bent my ear to hear the tune
And closed my eyes to see
When there were no strings to play
You played to me
In the book of love's own dream
Where all the print is blood
Where all the pages are my days
And all my lights grow old
When I had no wings to fly
You flew to me
You
flew
to me
In the secret space of dreams
Where I dreaming lay amazed
When the secrets all are told
And the petals all unfold
When there was no dream of mine
You dreamed of me
Jane Elliot
(if you don't know who she is,
make an effort to find out)
andDylan
my 8 year old son
Portrait of Dylan
Acrylic Painting
By Charlotte Self
Alex my 24 year old son,
Amber Alex's girlfriend
and the artist Alex Grey for showing me the things i saw were not just in my head they exist for all to see if they look close enough with soft eyes! and if not then there may be such a thing as collective craziness and I'm glad to be there.
I am an artist , I work, in acrylic on canvas, most of my art work is sensuality related because i think people are becoming sensually retarded, overstimulated stimulation junkies, I collage on whatever isn't moving,though the thought has occured to me....,I design and make clothes,hippie peasant, boho, patchwork, romantic, goth, bellydance, tribal, I design jewelery, I dabble in photography, write ecstatic, erotic, neurotic, poetry, journal obsessively, and homeschool my six year old son who is also a super hero in so many ways .
"I have never been able to post positive affirmations on my mirror. i can't abide personal exercises where you look at your reflection and say"i am fabulous and that's that"
I could never resist the notion that such speeches are all the latest trick from snowwhite's wicked stepmother,
but i am not entirely filled with piety and humility. I do talk to myself- without notes or reflective surfaces. Sometimes i look at my eyes in the mirror and think about how the fire there is always going to be there no matter how old i get.
the best thing that ever happened to my sex life was when, by accident , i stopped making comparisons to others- when i was momentarily distracted, and just let myself think and make love as i am. I was at my most content and my most thrilled.
If i had happened to catch a glance of myself in the mirror, i would have been surprised- because when i am involved in life, my activity animates my face and body in a way that could never be caught in a pose"
SUSIE BRIGHT
FULL EXPOSURE
....
Your Brain's Pattern
Your brain is always looking for the connections in life.
You always amaze your friends by figuring out things first.
You're also good at connecting people - and often play match maker.
You see the world in fluid, flexible terms. Nothing is black or white.
Courage, strength, fortitude. Power not arrested in the act of judgement, but passing on to further action, sometimes obstinacy.
Who I'd like to meet: other "bohemians"-artists writers and other "disenchanted" people who choose to live non -traditional lifestyles , hippie moms, lovers of words and lines,colors, and movement.
Saint Francis of Assisi (Giovanni Francesco di Bernardone; 1181/1182 – October 3, 1226) was a Catholicdeacon and the founder of the Order of Friars Minor, more commonly known as the Franciscans.
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“The most precious gift we can offer others is our presence. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.”
Welcome to my circle of friends. I look forward to getting to know you. Take care and have a fantastic day.
If you believe in what you are doing, then let nothing hold you up in your work. Much of the best work of the world has been done against seeming impossibilities. The thing is to get the work done.
How Did the rose Ever open it’s heart And give this world All its Beauty? It felt the encouragement of light Against its Being, Otherwise, We all remain Too Frightened.
Dear Charlotte...May these beautiful summer days be embracing you with its warmth and beauty. Love & Peace 2 U.
A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman. "I've been thinking," he said, "I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone."
Wishing you a wonderful 4th of July holiday, Charlotte...Thank you for your friendship. Your poetry and art is so very luminous, healing, and depicts the beauty of the feminine soul. Blessings of love and peace 2 u
I sent an angel to watch over you last night,but it came back. I asked, "Why?"... The angel said: "Angels don't watch over angels!." Twenty angels are IN Your World. Ten of them are sleeping. Nine are playing. One is reading this comment . . . Send this to ten friends, including me. As SOON As You Get Five Replies, Someone You Love will quietly surprise You!!! I'm just gonna sit here and wait for you to surprise me
La valse
Lentement, elle m'emporte
D'un pas lent, je succombe
A mon puissant désir
Virevoltant à son gré
Me faisant espérer
Une paix sans douleur
Accordéon en main
Elle entame le refrain
Du profond désespoir
Puis elle s'approche de moi
Mon sang se glace d'effroi
Et mon faible coeur s'arrête
Mais la valse me reprend
Dans son rythme languissant
Dans ses bras elle m'embrasse
Infini et mortel
Son baiser éternel
Me fait tout oublier
Elle me mord, elle m'aspire
Et mon sang, et ma vie
Et ma prison de verre
Ses douces lèvres m'ensorcellent
Et son souffle sensuel
Brûle mon être et mon corps
Et je sens mes douleurs
Disparaître de mon coeur
Cessant de s'épuiser
Je me sens m'envoler
Dans ses bras de Morphée
Pour enfin te rejoindre
Alors je me revois
Dans tes bras, loin du froid
Là où j'étais heureux
Et quand je te regarde
Ta mine triste et blafarde
Laisse place à ton sourire... -----Kisses charlotte, Antonios---
I sent an angel to watch over you last night,but it came back. I asked, "Why?"... The angel said: "Angels don't watch over angels!." Twenty angels are IN Your World. Ten of them are sleeping. Nine are playing. One is reading this comment . . . Send this to ten friends, including me. As SOON As You Get Five Replies, Someone You Love will quietly surprise You!!! I'm just gonna sit here and wait for you to surprise me...
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