“There were many shades in the danger of adventures and gales, most of which were exhilarating and golden. It is only now and then that there appears on the face of facts a sinister violence of intention- that indefinable something which forces it upon the mind and the heart. It is this complication of incidents, or these elemental furies are coming at me with a purpose of malice, with a strength beyond control, with an unbridled cruelty. And this means it tears out my hope and passion. MY pain of fatigue and longing for rest targets destruction annihilates all I can see, known, loved, enjoyed, or hated; all that is priceless and necessary- the sunshine, the memories, the future. My precious world as I knew it sweeps utterly away from my sight, further and further as each day goes by, it’s simply an appalling act of losing my life.”
I could see no images only shades of light
I spread my arms out over the abyss
wanting to breathe,
my heart’s rhythm was so slow
I couldn’t find my breath
there was no need to inhale
my soul on the edge of the abyss
strands of obscure light from the heart of the earth
reached out and attached to my skin hugging me
I embraced the powerful draw of the abyss
the light fading and dying, I looked up and saw nothing
Because We Never Stop Loving Silently Those We Once Loved Out Loud
A very special moment in a heartbreaking love story, filmed during an installation exhibition at MoMa in 2010 by artist Marina Abramovic.
Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When the relationship was over they walked the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle. After that moment, they never saw each other again.
Marina Abramovic and Ulay, Auto Death, 1977. This project consisted of the artists sitting in front of the other, connected to the mouth. They took in their breaths until all the available oxygen is exhausted. The performance lasted only 17 minutes, resulting in the collapse of the two artists on the floor unconscious. This personal piece explored the idea of a person’s ability to absorb the life of another person, sharing and destroying it.
It’s A Rap: Somewhere between where I started and right now you caught my eye. Now all I can see is the distance between you and me.
Paul Allen PR and I faced each other in Court on Tuesday December 16 2014: Here is the final outcome of that case.
IT’S A RAP
Friday 1 May 2015
The evening sun streams into my courtyard. Sitting on a large rattan chair, sipping my latte, feeling the sun’s dying heat on my face and the cool breeze on my shoulders, I am absorbed in the stillness of the skyline. Life, for that brief moment, is suspended.
I hear my iPad, nestled by my side on the chair, ping. I glance at my email inbox; the new message is from my solicitor, telling me Paul Allen has paid up the money owed in accordance with the court agreement. It’s the end of the road, the last page of our tempestuous ‘love’ story.
For a few minutes, I am elated. Suddenly, caught off guard, my eyes well up with tears as I am wrenched back into the memory of the breakup, of the battle. I put my face in my hands and sob in relief that there is nothing left to be battered and bruised with. Read More: http://thesplit-up.com/its-a-rap-paul-allen-pr-patricia-tsouros-2/
“When my thoughts are hushed, they are not tranquil. I am restrained on the edge of panic. In a single heartbeat, a moment of realization washes over me, uprooting emotions of regret, anxiety and fear. All the psychedelic feelings in that single heartbeat form my silence.”
Paul Allen PR and I faced each other in Court on Tuesday December 16 2014. Here is the report on the outcome.
“For the last couple of years I have been in a tumble dry cycle – hurled around, hitting against the sides of drum, erratically lacerated, mangled, being knocked and jolted about some more, not knowing how bloody long the cycle would continue for or where the next blow would come from. Then suddenly, intermittently, the cycle stops. I violently jolt to a screaming halt…………. I am knocked senseless by it; the trauma is so great, it’s unrelenting.