"Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings" by Father John Misty

A consideration on self-destructive parts of the personality.

On Becoming an Adult with Joseph Campbell

Psychology of Evil by Phillip Zimbardo

Such an important exploration on the paradox of human nature in relationship to power. 

“Great Life” by Caveman

Great life to live
Great life to live
It’s all you have to give
It’s all you have to give
Great life to live
Great life to live
It’s all you have to give
It’s all you have to give

Great life to live
Great life to live

They say you’re wrong
(It’s all you have to give)
It’s alright, it’s alright
They say you’re wrong
(It’s all you have to give)
It’s alright, it’s alright

Writers: James Carbonetti, Stefan Paul Marolachakis, Samuel Stephen Hopkins, Matthew Thomas Iwanusa, James Jeffrey Berrall

"Saint Nothing" by Daniel Rossen

(Silent Hour / Golden Mile E.P.)

lift, lift your head
myth so pristine
and white with age
walk with me, speak to me

saint i don’t know your name
but your voice so strong, speaks through the glass
speaks through the ground
an empty phrase, a hollow sound

call quite severe
leave the throne and mind so clear
you feel no pain
an end so near
you taste the blood

how long?
how long?
how long?
how long?

In Wonderland

I had the tremendous privilege of attending the LACMA exhibit In Wonderland, The Surrealist Adventures of Women Artist in Mexico and the U.S.

I could not help but be deeply impacted by the images that reflect the inner world experience of these women. I attended several times, taking friends, my parents, and my husband. My mother remarked "Mujeres audaz," meaning audacious women. Indeed.

Otherwise by Jane Kenyon

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

Folklore

Mexicans are a nostalgic bunch. This brings me so much joy.