A place where you can be human.
Full of conflict pulled tight
from the holes in my ears
I do but I don’t
I would
But should I
I don’t know why humans do these things
Must we know
If I don’t should I make it up?
Should I choose a side
This is when my values tap me on the nose
And the white bunny rushes me along
So close that’s usually how I do
Not usually you hit the mark
Or Right on
I hear
So close
You were this close
If only you made it just one more inch
Maybe living will be my talent
The one thing I did right
They’ll Mention it in my eulogy
As if I mastered the art of being alive
Not that it’s something to master
There’s no right way to be alive
That’s what I’d say
(My husband may disagree)
-Saschia
Mid sleep checklist incomplete
Dreaming of writing this
While skating and collecting snowflakes in my pocket
I’m with my old boss looking for the next word
It’s underneath the ice and as long as we keep moving
they’ll appear
Slowly we place each word one after the other
What we build here makes complete sense
Door hinges break without salt so we sprinkle liberally
And we have to crack the window so my mom can hear her alarm
It’s in the next house along with my mom
The moons out it’s big and the night sky makes me weak
So I sit on the porch watching it glisten hoping that in some way
it’s speaking to me.
I bite my lip
with hope of a kiss
That may never arrive
I believe in it
Like a white Christmas
Or three bowls of porridge
It’s fleeting these days
I haven’t been able to catch hold
Numb to it all
My world slipt away
Was it mine
This foreign body
of water deserted
and dripping of new substance
Maybe divined maybe cursed
Cure me of my ailments
Feed me your wine but allow me
a foot on the ground
A toe?
A finger?
-Saschia
Listen to the wind
and the piano key floorboards
and the breaths of the sleeping
Some are caught and
the missed ones as silent as the answer
It’s all here in the room with me
-Saschia Johnson
Going human was my best decision
Letting me be something full of both
Flaws and beauty
Striving for better
Still acknowledging my best efforts
Growing growing
From a tree
to ash drifting far and wide
Donatello was a fifteenth-century Florentine sculpture who helped to establish the increasing naturalism and growing emulation of Classical models that would be central to early Italian Renaissance. According to Volume II Art History, “Donatello’s bronze David was the first life size, free standing nude since antiquity” (Marilyn Stokstad and Michael W. Cothren 1995).
David stands 5’2 ¼” and was recorded to be in the courtyard of the Medici Palace in 1469. David is shown nude with a sword in his right hand and his foot placed gently over Goliath’s severed head. David doesn’t stand triumphantly over Goliath, but has a calm demeanor and lowered sword. Possibly to show humility and peacefulness. Or a deep reliance on God. It may even be considered by some more of a naivety in his stance. This sculpture is based on the old testament biblical story of a young shepherd boy with no military training who slays an undefeated giant. It is unclear the circumstances as to why this sculpture was created and so it has piqued the interest of many speculators.
We do know, according to Volume II Art History, “David was a potent political image in Florence, a symbol of the citizens’ resolve to oppose tyrants regardless of their superior power, since virtue brings divine support and preternatural strength.” (Marilyn Stokstad and Michael W. Cothren 1995). When these things, the slaying of a giant, the culture, the story, and how Donatello sculpted the boy’s stance, are brought together it creates a sense that David is gracefully poised between childish naivety and great responsibility. I think Donatello mastered this sculpture paying close attention not only to the things mentioned in the previous sentence but also by adding details to bring the sculpture to life. Like the helmet with the leaves sculpted around it. The ground below his feet is not just a flat surface but looks like rugged ground with a wreath surrounding it. He captured enough to really tell the story and bring us to this event that’s very real according to their history.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_(Donatello)
He placed a hand, palm down
and divided the red sea
I walked across the damp sands
eyeing sky scrapers of water on either side of me
I thought the middle of the sea would smell salty
but it smelled of baby powder and Green Tea
singing melodies of childhood
of hide and seek
and eating with my fingers because we’re too young to know better
I look up to catch the sun glaring down upon such miracles
I was hoping to find a golden chariot sticking out just enough
for me to discover something amazing
secrets hidden beneath the sea
the walls splash and splatter
and a cool breeze flows through my hair
I run my fingers through the great wall of water
how could I be part of such a great act?
I’m much too small and distracted to erect a wall of water
but to have it done for me
well, that’s much too overwhelming
doesn’t make much sense at all
-Saschia Johnson
It’s getting the first year classes out of the way that makes school such a drag. I feel like it is clear what basics you really need and what’s about making the school money. Alas, I’ll continue this battle till I find myself snug into a career I love. Speaking of career, according to a career assessment Landscape Architecture is the best fit for me and the second best was School Psychologist. I have never thought of being a Landscape Architect and I’m not a huge fan of math so…. Idk bout that one. But I’ll look into to be sure. If anyone has any insight they’d like to share on either careers I’d greatly appreciate it. 🙂
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