A little on Sherwood Anderson and Love !

“Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night”


‘You must not try to make love definite. It is the divine accident of life ‘


Image my own..

If you try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses.” 

Image my own ..On my way to Taos!

Image my own ..On my way to Taos!

And I love Anderson..who has influenced so many amazing writers such as Ernest Hemingway, Salinger and William Faulkner!



Tennessee Williams!

( From my journals Dec.19th 2012 , Keywest )

I don’t consider myself a writer..But I’m poetic enough and have balls of fire to think I can write as I feel . Tonight, passed by Tennessee Williams house here in KeyWest.. I will leave you with this quote then off for a swim and perhaps coming back to my blog ..

” If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it. ”

Tennessee Williams


Tennesse Williams house, KeyWest

Believing in law of Attraction , I looked for the house ! Unknown to many unless Williams hard core fans ! In a twisted fate I got invited in by the current owners and later bought his ashtrays ..

I took this shot of T. Williams at his house ( KeyWest) , where he lived for nearly 30 years ..It was a photo taken from the original print found in a box in the closet . The shot is taken in the yard and I was told he was chatting with Elizabeth Taylor whom he adored mad !


” The strongest influences in my life and my work are always whomever I love. Whomever I love and am with most of the time, or whomever I remember most vividly. I think that’s true of everyone, don’t you? ”
Tennessee Williams

Stormy day from my journal December 27th , 2011 ! (Rimbaud)

Now it feels writing blogs are a bit easy since I have years of notes and images ! I daily miss Juna ! I do …Life at times is easy when you love and your loved ones are by your side!

It ‘s this Storm…The wind is whispering all around.. and I love Rimbaud..

I have come to know the skies splitting with lightnings, and the waterspouts

And the breakers and currents; I know the evening,

And Dawn rising up like a flock of doves,

And sometimes I have seen what men have imagined they saw!

I have seen the low-hanging sun speckled with mystic horrors.

Lighting up long violet coagulations,

Like the performers in very-antique dramas

Waves rolling back into the distances their shiverings of venetian blinds!

I have dreamed of the green night of the dazzled snows

The kiss rising slowly to the eyes of the seas,

The circulation of undreamed-of saps,

And the yellow-blue awakenings of singing phosphorus!

I have followed, for whole months on end, the swells

Battering the reefs like hysterical herds of cows,

Never dreaming that the luminous feet of the Marys

Could force back the muzzles of snorting Oceans!

I have struck, do you realize, incredible Floridas

Where mingle with flowers the eyes of panthers

In human skins! Rainbows stretched like bridles

Under the seas’ horizon, to glaucous herds!

I have seen the enormous swamps seething, traps

Where a whole leviathan rots in the reeds!

Downfalls of waters in the midst of the calm

And distances cataracting down into abysses!

I have seen…and seen it with you..My sweet Juna! ( Still remember your head on my lap)


Looking back !

I wrote this on :

“Good morning..heading out to my new favourite coffeeshop ( she is now closed , honestly because although a nice person, with the support she received from the community, I even gave her three days of volunteering to re-organize, she turned out to be an idiot! ) ! 2011 was perhaps the most twisted year of my life. Emotionally heavy and but at times so amazing and easy like liquid…it felt I had fully experienced what life had for me secretly in some a bucket..A stranger held my hand this year and said..”stay present no matter what! No matter what ” she was right!..I have ..it always works ! It does my friends..”

And this year 2015, I went to the same spot where the stranger held my hand !I wanted her to know , it worked! Gratitude !

The town of Ojai , CA




Time flies! February 1-2015!

Missed the first one this year ! The blizzard of 2015 ! I was happy where I was ! Under Palm trees surrounded by warmth and love ..Away for almost a month and then caught the next one ! Somehow as always I had missed my life no doubt ! The cats , the aroma of my home , the sweet light that indeed spreads all over, my vinyls, my artwork.. ..It was hard to leave Southern California but in reality it wasn’t either! I cleared my head , one of the reason why I left for the amount of time needed..I needed to clear some space in my head and in my heart ! And I believe I succeeded !


Life can be something I tell you! But we all know that anyway! Two days ago I was in 75degree enjoying myself in a pool filled with hot mineral water and today this!


But you gotta make the best out of it all! Took me about 5 minutes to get to my garage to get some wood out for the fireplace!


Got some Proseco chilled. And made some bean and cheese tortilla… And yes I went out for a nice walk too if nice is the word..well it was refreshing, I guess..and even tried to shovel..


So indeed life is ever changing! And I like the feel of change ..Sometimes whether you want it or not it will change on its own ..I will run with it!


I’m looking to flowers , love and poetry ..And indeed the aroma of all !

I’m looking forward to be be using my senses of Spring time !



I have only one major choice within this life . As long as I breathe on my own , as long as I walk on my own, as long as I see on my own , as long as I can feel all I need to feel..I will chose to do it as happy and as grateful as one can be ! I know there are are thorns out there but  I chose not even the thorns will change my decisions in staying alive and happy and mainly grateful !



Some see weed , some see flowers and I see the world in flower , hoping for wish ..


What separates me and you are in these lyrics :

There is a deeper world than this
That you don’t understand
There is a deeper world that this
Tugging at your hand

Every ripple on the ocean
Every leaf on every tree
Every sand dune in the desert
Every power you never see

There is a deeper wave than this
Swelling in the world
There is a deeper wave than this
Listen to me girl

Feel it rising in the cities
Feel it sweeping over land
Over borders, over frontiers
Nothing will its power withstand

All the bloodshed, all the anger
All the weapons, all the greed
All the armies, all the missiles
All the symbols of our fear

There is a deeper wave than those
Rising in the world

At the still point of destruction
At the center of the fury
All the angels all the devils
All around us can’t you see

I say love is the seventh wave
But this love you don’t understand


Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.”
― Pablo Neruda


This is what importance means to me. When something is important, you will find a way! When something is unimportant you will find an excuse..It is how I differentiate between people..But flowers are important!



All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say there’s no one for you, But here is one.
Jeff Buckley


The prisoner is not the one who has commited a crime, but the one who clings to his crime and lives it over and over.
Henry Miller

I never understood why most people kill themselves at Blum!Image

Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.one without it, is not daring!

Henry Miller

From my own garden and around the world…I play and create a Tableau …when my mind tells me!



I sometimes think my vision of the sea is the clearest thing I own!

“Is it the sea you hear in me,

Its dissatisfactions?

Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?”


 Love is a shadow.

How you lie and cry after it.”


The future is a gray seagull Tattling in its cat-voice of departure.

Age and terror, like nurses, attend her,  

And a drowned man, complaining of the great cold, Crawls up out

of the sea.”

Sylvia Plath



“I shall never get you put together entirely,

Pieced, glued, and properly jointed.”


It starts here from the sound of the ground , below me .. The sound of the White in its thought of drowing deep .. Long standing one with the Blue Grey sky.. ah the wind, the wind , for every thin layer of wet long grass greenfly



I ‘m where I need to be


In the dunes

in the flats ..in the stream

where the snow falls

By the sea


I still hear the dance of the sky

 whereThe Gold meets the light ..


My footstep takes me only near not far..