The thing about intelligence is so many people think it has to do with a person’s level of education or their job. I know plenty of people with advanced degrees that really aren’t that bright. The intelligence needed to attain and sustain a sexual connection has more to do with the person’s ability to communicate with and understand their partner. Sex starts long before the bedroom for me. Regardless of how sexy a person is physically, if I find I’m unable to have an intelligent conversation with them on any topic, then my attraction for them wavers. I personally don’t … Continue reading Sex and Intelligence…

I suspect the so-called ‘normal’ people, staid people scare me!  The methodical, those that do everything right, those who live by appearances and always try to avoid transpiring something, the closeted, too centered, those who sit on the fence, those locked up inside in their ignorance by institutionalized moral and good manners – Oh! I cannot, I should not, it is a sin, or that it is ugly, you need to behave yourself, people are watching! I like maladjusted people, lost, disoriented looking at life with dilated pupils with admiration, and when you say something insane or have any dreams, … Continue reading Crazy people! Love them or leave them…

He who does not know how to populate his solitude, does not know either how to be alone in a busy crowd.’ — Charles Baudelaire, ‘Les Foules’ Worship, tearing deep feeling in the soul. Well, my friend, sometimes we love from far not to contaminate the subject that we appreciate, sometimes we love inside out, deep, lasciviously. You know that feeling that freezes in the spine when we feel the strong presence of any special divine humans? The smell affects us, bringing memories, looks, gestures and sensations. However, we got no reaction, just worshiping a latent desire, only platonic. The worship … Continue reading Worshiping inside out…

With my brief words, I’m trying to shorten this distance and to perpetuate what I am, who we are.  Epistolary this thing that moves inside of me, but it is a passion and want, life springs up in me every time I remember your name. Poetry scrawled in the mind of the writer, prose in the eyes of the reader. And you know that I now need to be read, perhaps sung.  I could have chosen a fiery speech, you know me, and you know I’m melodramatic, scandalous; I talk my arm off, but I never use outmoded clichés. Even … Continue reading Mirrors of my soul…

Always with the dreaming, the make-believe, the pretend-to-be. Never with the thinking, the make-it-happen, the things-as-they-are. When others saw rain, he saw showers. When others saw snow, he saw feathers. When others saw darkness, he saw the Milky Way, a sneeze of white light he met with ‘God bless you’. He saw magical things in the iris of his green eyes…He was a poem .…..♥ Continue reading Green eyes….

You leave magnifying impressions on torn pages. You’d never climb on a star empty-handed. Such is your grace. You like word plays and you like poetry storms. And everything is in your head, everything; silence, misty days, a plenitude of distinctly colored autumn leaves, folk songs, ink pens, jazz musical organs and old typewriters. You are walking up and down in front of coffeehouses without entering; you love the purposeless, the eternal. And you love to feel the atoms of the air and not merely the air itself as a whole, you worship each rain drop separately as much as you … Continue reading Rain…

I came across this quote excerpted from Freire’s Pedagogy of the Oppressed. He calls it the ‘banking’ method, in which teachers just treat the students like empty vessels and dump the information into them. As Freire said himself, “Narration leads the students to memorize mechanically the narrated content. Worse yet, it turns them into “containers,” into “receptacles” to be “filled” by the teacher.” This not only restricts the students’ ability to express themselves, but this project “an absolute ignorance onto others, a characteristic of the ideology of oppression, negate[ing] education and knowledge as a process of inquiry.” I’m pretty sure … Continue reading Paulo Freire (Pedagogy of the Oppressed)