Thursday, December 22, 2005
some people were wondering why i use a pen name so i figured a little explanation was in order. It started when i was a young teen, trying to find an identity while disconnecting myself with the one i had. so one day while meeting some new friends i lied and pretended to be someone different. it was a chance for me to study myself and evaluate my personality. i used these friends as guinea pigs for the new me. they never did find out my real name. when i decided i wanted to be a hippy i took on a hippy name. when i decided i'd try goth i gave myself a goth name. my experimentation continues to this day when i tell my kids to call me "mama" . that is my current new name. phyllis sweetwater is my poet, she is also the bitch in me at times. sweet water is the one substance in life that i love and need the most, it ties me to earth and it binds me to life. it is beautiful and dangerous. it is peaceful and it is out of control. that's why i do it.
Monday, December 12, 2005
i really believe that women should have the ultimate say over their own lives. i think nobody should boss them around and nobody should think lowly of them. i believe women should not be treated equal in matters of strength, but we should all be pleasantly surprised when they are stonger. i beleive women should have the right to refuse to do anything dirty, vulgar or overly masculine, but if they choose to, they should not be called a butch. i beleive women have the right of having their mortgage and bills paid by their husbands who are loyal and faithful and never put them down. i believe women have the right to quit their jobs when a career much more noble and important comes along, that being the career of motherhood. i believe women have the right to be the primary caregivers to their own children and have complete control on how they are raised. some women will ask for more than this and blame the male race as their oppressors. they are afraid of becoming dependant on a man. the are afraid of accepting their role in society. it is not supiriority we need, not even equality, it is differential treatment.
Sunday, December 4, 2005
i blame my parents for alot of things. their difficiancies was a life sentence of blame from me. i hate being wrong about anything so it must have been something they did to me. the horrible injustice of having imperfect parents befalls us all. so what is to be done? we can grow up, learn from their mistakes, have our own children and vow to be so perfect and so proficient at our job that our children will never know we still have this gaping hole in our emotional well being. a hole that is a deep canyon of regret, and unfilled promises of undying support and devotion. our parents will never fill that hole. it is our children that will. we cannot force our parents to try again and get it right this time. their job is done. i am here i am an adult and i am fine. so i hate being wrong, that is not their fault.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
last year in ethiopia a young girl was rescued from her kidnappers by three lions. the men were trying to force her into a marriage at the age of 12 . the lions scared them off and guarded her until her family came. it makes me wonder if the intellect of humans sometimes stoops lower than that of animals. they say there are three things that humans have that animals could never have. they are love, religion and art. if these kidnappers or any human being, dropped these three things out of their lives would they become animals? love, religion and art are ridiculous things to animals, unnecessary and pointless. so who asked those lions to rescue that girl? can an animal answer to any higher power, besides instinct, that even people are blind to? what will it take to rescue you from these animals?
Sunday, November 27, 2005
i wanted to set this up because i feel like im interesting enough people might want to know me. i have some ideas about society and the lack of my association with it that could fuel a fire or two. since i dont feel like fighting i'll harber my hatred in this bottle and discuss rationally why families, governments, wars and poetry work sometimes, and why sometimes they dont. life has placed me here on earth with the responsibility to figure out, not its purpose, i already know that, but the connection between my purpose and yours. thus the epitome can resolve my curiosity without changing my exsistence.