Talks

4:24 minutes

For all my daughters and granddaughters who foolishly claim it’s men’s responsibility to not listen to their body talk.

I “flashed” out all the butt shots. Censored. As they should.

Their bodies talk too loud.

“You can be cool, you can be shy
Say what you want, say what you like
‘Cause ooh, your body talks, your body talks
Ooh, ooh, your body talks
You could pretend you don’t want it now
But I read the signs from your head to your toes
Yeah, you don’t need to say a word ’cause
Ooh, ooh, your body talks”

They’ll slap your face for reading the message out loud.

Hannah Wright has always been pretty bold about stating who she is and what her faith means to her.

In the Miss New York City pageant, she claimed all three preliminary event prizes in evening gown, talent and interview competition. She was the single contestant to wear a one-piece in the swimwear competition.

“When you stick to who you are, they (the judges and the other contestants) notice you more,” Wright said in an interview with The Deseret News. “I was representing myself, not playing a role, so modesty, for instance, was really important to me always.”

Janine-

Your email is a breath of fresh air.

After seeing the video, I got two long emails (rants) from Jade about how men shouldn’t feel what they feel when women expose their bodies. “My right” as a woman sort of thing. Self-expression. The body is a temple to be shown, etc. etc. Contempt!

My INFJ granddaughter has a dancer’s fit 16-year-old body and stores those curves and nooks and crannies in skin-tight leggings and belly shirts. This change in attire started this last year when her parents were divorcing. You nailed it: insecurity. Wanting male reassurances of desirability all the while despising men.

You get it.

I’ve told my daughters — and women who seem like my daughters, — that it is normal for me to see them as beautiful and sexy. But it is not OK for me to act on that. I actually believe a young woman — as she blossoms — needs reassurance from a trusted man that it’s OK to be a sexual creature. But not to flaunt it. It is unneeded advertising. Perhaps overselling. And overselling creates suspicion.

I’ve told my daughters I won’t “go there” and be sexual with them. That blunt.

Unfortunately, most men feel uncomfortable taboos with their daughters growing sexuality — and withdraw from them. Girls then weep the loss of their fathers attention. And wonder if they could be little again. And thus is born the potential roots for anorexia and bulimia.

I think modesty also applies to men. The justification that “men don’t wear shirts so why should I” isn’t logical.

On 3/3/22 15:03, Janine wrote:
Hey, Batman.

“For all my daughters and granddaughters who foolishly claim it’s men’s responsibility to not listen to their body talk.”

Amen to the above. Ladies, you can’t wear a skirt that ends immediately under your butt crease and over expose your cleavage and then cry that you’re upset some man is watching. In fact, I would wager that is precisely what you wanted all along. And it is stupid and ridiculous.

If a woman wants to be respected, she should not dress sexy — I don’t understand women’s need to be sexy for random men. As far as I’m concerned it is a form of promiscuity.

As for your video poem, frankly, all I think of when I watch the video is how we women dance around the truth of human nature — men’s and ours — and away from our own responsibility to choose NOT to dress like a harlot — which is 9.5x out of 10 a sign of insecurity. But no amount of dancing around and making it pretty is going to change the facts and the ugliness of men’s and our own natures.

Anyhoo, I”m beyond exhausted. I left home today at 7:45 AM and got home at 3:30 PM.

Cheers,

Janine (jan-neen)
Stitching in Colour

Time

5:01 minutes

Levi and Saige returned home after serving their missions. Levi for 2 years in Louisiana and Portugal. Saige for 18 months in Washington DC and Germany and Switzerland.

They arrived home one day apart. You’d think that was planned but it wasn’t.

Levi was wise enough to realize this video is not about their relationship — but rather how I feel about seeing them together again. I wish I could bottle what I feel about these two and hold it close forever. It’s about my cherished bond to them. There is a certain sadness in the music covers of “Time in a Bottle,” I chose. The male and female covers are two separate ones in A minor. The video is composed of 5 different covers.

The sadness? Because I know I’ll leave eventually.
I miss them already. But the hope of eternity is being together forever.

Tender Touches

1:36 minutes

TENDER TOUCHES

If you were a song
I’d sing you all day
You’d be the tune in my head
Begging me to play

If you were the dawn
You’d light up my heart
With morning’s fresh rays
Love deeply impart —

If you were the ocean
I’d stand by your side
Drinking in the salt-spray
Washed in by the tide

If you were a kiss
Soft and tender to touch
You’d dance through my dreams
I’d desire you so much

If you-were a taste
In my mouth I could savor
I’d sip at sweet nectar
Love’s gentle flavor

Revealing sweet senses
Hearts brimming with love
Souls united by feeling
Heavenly gift from above

TWO TEARES
27 March 1992

Pawnshop

2:47 minutes

THE PAWNSHOP

The old brass handle
worn smooth
Clicks, and the door
creaks inward.

A tinkling bell
announces my presence
to ancient articles
held hostage.

A musty odor permeates
and reminds
of days gone by.

Who cut with this knife?
Who drank from this cup?
Were they precious once?
What a tale to tell.

But loyally silent
they shall remain.
What timeless treasures
lie buried,
tangled, mingled with
unwanted junk.

Gazing round
amidst the dusty clutter,
overwhelms all senses.

Inside my pocket
I clutch tightly
grandmother’s wedding ring.

I feel shiny smoothness
polished by working years.
Grandma, do I touch you now
fiddling with this valued possession?

Shall this chill I sell
as I remember reverently?
Could the few dollars fetched
possibly replace
all the memories?

Have I come to sell
or to buy memories?

The bell tinkles laughlingly
as I carefully close the door.
A treasure found?
Clutched tightly still,
is grandma’s memory.

Such a shrewd purchase.
An ivory ring box
protects and preserves
more than just a memory.
Therein lies
a legacy of love.

TWO TEARES
14 November 1992

Not Sons

5:28 minutes

If—
Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

The poem, ‘If—’ by Rudyard Kipling awakens the positive feelings in a reader’s mind. While reading the lines, readers become enlightened concerning how to tackle the odds of life. Not only that, but also they start to realize what success means. It is not about winning a battle. Rather it’s about how one fights in the war and stands courageously until the end.

Janine-

Thanks for your insights. They’re reassuring and on point.

Most who see my videos say, “Nice but what is it about?” Or they may say nothing for fear they will appear stupid. Art never has one meaning. It is interpreted by the viewer. Some people don’t think in metaphors. So of course they assume it is some kind of intimidating code. They try too hard.

And maybe it is code. Poetry is symbolic or hidden meaning often. Does that make it better poetry? Not really. But ferreting out the meaning from a poem or a montage is like interpreting dreams.

There are times when some people tell me what they see or feel from a video montage and I think, “How insightful? I just learned something from them.” or “They get it.”

You get it.

More comments below.
On 2/1/22 11:06, Janine wrote:

Hourglass Revisited
There’s so much truth in this video. I agree with this statement: “The black widow symbolizes female loneliness.”
And I would add she represents a woman’s fear of powerlessness and her belief that she must be more male to be empowered and escape victimhood.
I think it’s getting better for boys and girls. MAYBE (I guess it depends on the day or circumstance). But it’s still nowhere good enough.

You definitely get it.

I believe — but am no scientist or expert — that there is a inner part of men that is fragile and vulnerable. These are their female characteristics. Many men hate weakness. Not only in others but in themselves. They refuse to see their tenderness and sensitivity. They bury it or ignore it or deny it. They even want to kill it. If they can they will project it on someone they perceive as weaker and call them dirty and unworthy and try eradicating them with gas chambers and genocide.

A weird thing is happening, media and movies and sport events want women to be tough like men. Even look like men. Spit and snort like animals. Not even men — animals. And women think they need to be equal in strength or better than men. They may think this is the only way they can survive in this world.

I once read an article in Fortune 500 magazine, they were studying women who served as CEO’s in Fortune 500 companies. All these women said their secret weapon to rise to power was their femininity. Not their sexuality. Sleeping their way to the top doesn’t earn the respect of men. Instead men despise those women. (Long story on why another day).

So how did femininity help them. By not trying to act or dress or talk like men or sex symbols, these women stood out. They were then recognized as intelligent and different. Their difference was the distinguishing factor. They wore colorful dresses. Not sexy dresses. Feminine. In a room full of suits, they were different.

Differentiation is a prime marketing tactic. They let men open doors for them. It was their contrast — not their sameness. They became respected for being strong and disciplined women. Their voices were heard.

Now is this every woman’s experience? I doubt it. But for a few, this strategy worked and it was the commonality of the female CEOs. These women earned millions as CEOs.

I never would guess that as a contributor to their power position.

So a lot of men and women are mistaken in their ideas of egalitarianism. Women would do better being women than try to act like men. It’s contrary to honesty. Wearing a tough male mask is recognized as fake.

Not Sons
It’s interesting that you would share this now. I read this poem two weeks ago. And remember thinking that even women and girls have lost their way. So I think amid all the confusion of our modern times, the poem “If” is good advice for any human being. In this case, the word if is synonymous with hope.

Yes. The video is about hope and empowerment. There are ways to overcome or compensate for supposed weaknesses and be seen as a superhero.

For the women portrayed in the video, they all felt empowered when the got their prosthetics. Not ashamed, they decorated their artificial limbs. The accentuated them into symbols. Their difference became their trademark of overcoming the odds. They were showing that they wouldn’t give up. Not giving up is tenacity born from hope.

So I like how you reference the Warrior Daughter. I do have warrior daughters. They are sensitive souls. But watch out if you decide to cross their boundaries.

Over the course of my own life, I’ve tried with all my might not to allow my pain, my disappointments, and my fears to decide how I interact with others. You are a champion. Don’t stop.

Bottom line
As always your content is thoughtful and thought-provoking. Thanks for sharing.

Thanks for investing the time to watch and analyze them. I appreciate that. More than you might expect.

I value your opinion.

-Steve

Countdown

3:25 minutes

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two, one.

We’re leaving together,

But still it’s farewell.

And maybe we’ll come back

To earth, who can tell?

I guess there is no one to blame.

We’re leaving ground (leaving ground).

Will things ever be the same again?

It’s the final countdown.

The final countdown.

We’re heading for Venus (Venus).

And still we stand tall.

‘Cause maybe they’ve seen us.

And welcome us all, yeah.

With so many light years to go

And things to be found (to be found)

I’m sure that we’ll all miss her so.

It’s the final countdown.

The final countdown.

The final countdown.

The final countdown.

It’s the final countdown.

The final countdown.

The final countdown.

It’s the final countdown.

We’re leaving together.

The final countdown.

We’ll all miss her so.

It’s the final countdown.

Queen Dust

3:02 minutes

Another One Bites the Dust
[Intro]
Ooh, let’s go!

Steve walks warily down the street
With the brim pulled way down low
Ain’t no sound but the sound of his feet
Machine guns ready to go
Are you ready? Hey, are you ready for this?
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat, yeah

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust, yeah
Hey, I’m gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

How do you think I’m going to get along
Without you, when you’re gone
You took me for everything that I had
And kicked me out on my own
Are you happy, are you satisfied?
How long can you stand the heat?
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
Look out

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I’m gonna get you, too
Another one bites the dust

Hey
Oh, take it
Bite the dust, hey
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust, ow
Another one bites the dust, hey hey
Another one bites the dust, hey-eh-eh
Ooh

There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man
And bring him to the ground
You can beat him, you can cheat him, you can treat him bad
And leave him when he’s down, yeah
But I’m ready, yes I’m ready for you
I’m standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Repeating the sound of the beat
Oh yeah

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust, yeah
Hey, I’m gonna get you, too
Another one bites the dust

Shoot out
Ay-yeah
Alright

Hourglass Revisited

4:58 minutes

Hourglass is a video poem about the subconscious anima archetype.

She is the girl left submerged under the water after my suicidal mother tried to drown me in the tub. I was in the first grade. My mummy child is female. My boy-self survived – but the emotional female remained repressed for almost 60 years. I’m setting her free with creative expression. She’s coming out of the water.

This is not the first time this symbolism occurred in my work. I made a photo-montage once that contained a dead girl immersed in water. That was at least 10 years ago. I believe it also ties to the phrase I clung to in DUNE (1984 movie): “Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.”

Orginally published November 1, 2019

The black widow symbolizes female loneliness. A devouring mother causes emotional repression. She eats everything that comes near her. The feminine traits remain in the subconscious water – hidden. To rescue a man’s feminine aspects from the bully mother, creative expression is the remedy. Then a man achieves his first true capacity for relatedness to women.

The hero-and-spider battle symbolizes “growing up.” True creative achievement requires the anima’s liberation from submersion in the subconscious mind. Natural rejuvenation follows as The Phoenix rises from the ashes. This frees the adolescent ego from the oppression of parental expectations. He becomes an individual. A cultural pattern, or tribal identity, must evolve out of chaos. He is no longer driven to a competitive struggle for individual supremacy. Rather he assimilates to the cultural task of forming a community, a full life, and a mature attitude. The identity of the group and the individual is often symbolized by a totemic animal.

This totem represents a new birth or rite of passage to a new stage of life. An ordeal or trial of strength creates the symbolic mood of death. From this, springs rebirth through submission and self-mastery. This is a lesson in humility. Arrested development holds one back from this transition. The delay creates neurosis. A man’s sacrifice is surrendering his sacred independence. He becomes conscious of his feminine traits. He overcomes his fear of a paradoxical inner union. He no longer fears the fusion becoming a prison presided over by a powerful, dominating mother figure. He finds a way to not feel undue constraint on the development of his nature. Yet gives up exclusive autonomy and accepts responsibility. Balance is the goal.

When you’re odd and feel this earth isn’t your home planet, it’s difficult to find human understanding. God in His mercy provides us the Holy Ghost. That divine power gets us through the hard times. He comforts us.

Understanding the black widow’s destructive powers, the hero masters and assimilates his shadow self. Liberation at last.

“Learn to Be Lonely” is a song written by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Charles Hart for the 2004 film adaptation of The Phantom of the Opera. The song is performed by Minnie Driver during the closing credits, and is found on the film’s soundtrack.

Child of the wilderness
Born into emptiness
Learn to be lonely
Learn to find your way in darkness
Who will be there for you?
Comfort and care for you?
Learn to be lonely
Learn to be your one companion
Never dreamed out in the world
There are arms to hold you
You’ve always known
Your heart was on its own
So laugh in your loneliness
Child of the wilderness
Learn to be lonely
Learn how to love life that is lived alone
Learn to be lonely
Life can be lived
Life can be loved
Alone

I’ve been lonely my entire life. I miss my childhood friend – an important part of my whole self.

There are things I would improve in this video. But the goal is a single-pass, low-fidelity poem and then move on to the next one. No dawdling to create unproductive perfection.

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