Putting out fires around me while waiting for a flame.
Isidora & William
William Blake, The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with Sun
Stygian
You have been carried for years on someone else's lips (you sound good on paper) with your island descent and abyss ascent and all the spectres forever loyal. I have not met you but know your women and tangled tales (I know far too many details) of you the shy ghost who never shows. We … Continue reading Stygian
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"Faith" is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency. - Emily Dickinson -
Isidora & Promethea
Know that the scorched-black demons and the pristine, fluttering seraphs are in some sense naught but you yourself unpacked, unfolded in a higher space. Alan Moore, Promethea - Book 5
Sister Sarah
Our lives were full of bohemian friends with sketchbooks and cigarettes, orchestras, poetry, philosophy and science. A ton of leather cover books. We would get drunk on joie de vivre... and many a bottle of red wine. The more I learn about her mind and heart, the more I feel like Sarah Slean is a … Continue reading Sister Sarah
Isidora & The Garden of Forking Paths
You think you feel divided but you know the path you need to take. Still, there are all those reasons you recite to yourself to keep toddling along the road you know won't lead you anywhere you want to go, tangled in all the ties you should allow to go loose. Then those ties … Continue reading Isidora & The Garden of Forking Paths
15º 50′ Libra
Dear Saturn Return, Now we're on the same page and speaking the same language. Bring it on.
Isidora & Magdalena
I am currently writing a Gothic tale set somewhere in Eastern Europe, in a time before cars and electricity. My head has a handful of stories waiting in line for me to finish one so I can start the other. And even though they are waiting to be written, I can see them very clearly. … Continue reading Isidora & Magdalena
Hg
Me, the ever restless twins Fast as wings in Hermes’ heels You, Apollo’s racing car Know what is a cinnabar. From chemistry to alchemy Astrology, astronomy An orbit of the highest Eccentricity Coulomb interaction Semi-neurotic reaction To bad grammar and bad spelling That we both find so repelling. You know the capital of Nepal … Continue reading Hg
Isidora & Big Brother
From time to time I discover a dead master and feel a sudden urge to bring them to our present. I would take Oscar Wilde out for dinner and invite Stephen Fry. I would show heavy metal music to Beethoven. I would offer Birthday Letters to Sylvia Plath, gift-wrapped with a red bow. Being almost … Continue reading Isidora & Big Brother
old tales
Little Princess Little Princess, I declare There's nothing finer than your hair Its perfect waves and perfect length And how it seems to give you strength Little Princess, how you stare!, Into mine eyes I cannot bare As if once lost and by me found Your tiny feet swept off the ground Little Princess, do … Continue reading old tales
emerging self
Fidgety Fluttering Flickering
What Would Olivia Dunham Do?
Prior to writing this, I thought about the heroes I’ve had in the past and, apart from Disney’s Ariel, all the action characters that have inspired courage in my backbone and made me long for adventure were, I’m sorry to say, men. Until I met Olivia Dunham. I came across Fringe almost by accident and, … Continue reading What Would Olivia Dunham Do?
Isidora & empty chairs II
Empty chair What are you fishing for When no one's there?
#tweetyour16yearoldself
Next year you'll discover magic. You'll survive German classes even though you should have continued with French. For more reasons than one. The boy-you're-desperately-in-love-with-but-doesn't-know-you-exist-because-you've-only-met-twice-and-barely-spoke-to-each-other will fall desperately in love with you too someday. In the meantime, there will be other boys and your heart will break more often than you'd like. But you will learn. … Continue reading #tweetyour16yearoldself
Isidora & empty chairs
Praise to Liu Xiaobo and all the Chinese who risk their freedom for human rights. It's heartbreaking to hear Tiananmen Square protesters saying how, in order to protect their children, they will never be able to tell them what they did or that they lost an arm because they were beaten so badly by the … Continue reading Isidora & empty chairs
Isidora & Leslie Nielsen
Dr. Rumack: Can you fly this plane, and land it? Ted Striker: Surely you can't be serious. Dr. Rumack: I am serious... and don't call me Shirley. Dr. Rumack: You'd better tell the Captain we've got to land as soon as we can. This woman has to be gotten to a hospital. Elaine Dickinson: A … Continue reading Isidora & Leslie Nielsen
Isidora & Pirates
They came first for the Communists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Communist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew. Then they came for me … Continue reading Isidora & Pirates
Isidora & the colour purple
My mother loved the colour purple. It wasn't just her favourite colour, it was one of her favourite things. She loved purple & the outdoors. The smell of the sea. Camping. Bike riding. Her biggest passion was the visual arts and crafts (for which she had no formal training), though she worked for an American … Continue reading Isidora & the colour purple
Isidora & the scientist
There is nothing cooler than growing up with a geek dad. I had heard of Douglas Adams and Alan Moore before Hollywood got hold of them and had long chats over books and the universe next to a huge office poster of Batman. Of course, when you have someone constantly trying to get you to … Continue reading Isidora & the scientist
Isidora & The Boy Who Lived
In the longer-than-necessary The Order of the Phoenix, Harry asks Luna why are they the only ones who can see Thestrals, a species of skeleton-like winged horses that everyone else deems invisible. "They can only be seen by people who've seen death,” she replies. This little sentence sums up what I see as the special … Continue reading Isidora & The Boy Who Lived
Cosmology (pt. 1)
I. Light light said the Word was there not Spirit before Matter came, though they say the clay was molded first? Light life blew the Breath that condensed to make flesh from the breast of the Earth now the Mother of all birth. II. There is always a serpent hissing up your spine all the … Continue reading Cosmology (pt. 1)
Isidora & The Entomologist’s Dream
The Entomologist's Dream, Edmund Dulac, 1909
