Eileen St. Louis

I woke up at 10:15am today The sky a dusky grey. High hopes thudding at the Bottom of my slow chest. Listening to the sound Of my cat scratching at the door. Soon, there'd be news Of more fallen on the Insidious homefront. Marking birthdays that end. The rain drops ever coaxing, As if to ask: let's make love.

If the holiday cards that Nick gave to his mother as a boy affirmed the impact of art on a person's psyche thru a visceral reaction to a small folded paper that he decorated, then what do you suppose is the design of his infamous Sound Suits if they too, are an extension of greeting cards- what is their intended and unintended impact?  I asked Nick Cave last night, in terms of how he views himself as a messenger rather than an artist, using art to explore new languages and new ways of seeing- what inspiration could he speak to that he could offer to the community-based artists in St. Louis as we seek to also open people to the multi-dimensionality of human perspectives? His answer was simple: art does promote change. I'm not sure that Mr. Cave said it in quite those words, but the message was clear- never doubt that creative arts can have an impact on social change.  I was too nervous at the sight of him considering my question for a moment before answering, th...

And another thing, what is this with Slant magazine slamming the series, "Marco Polo" as being demeaning towards womyn and reinforcing Asian female stereotypes? Just because you are an Asian-American focused magazine who thinks it's somehow radical by taking back the term "Slant" for a magazine title, does not mean you are real journalists with any depth. From the sound of whatever you decided to publish to the detriment of your readers, you failed to grasp the complex characters that convey beautifully the emotion of human arrogance, ambition and passion and their hidden wisdom with artful theater made for a web series.        It's unfortunate that your writers could not express how in the lushly produced series using an all Asian cast unheard of in a historical drama by an American studio and marketed to a wide audience on Netflix, demonstrates how sex-work can come from a place of empowerment for womyn even during that era and showcases the possi...

Makes me miss my peepz in Albany. That place taught me a lotta about love. It's been too many years my friends. Thanks to a local photo lab called McGreevy Pro for reminding me they're still holding onto these in case I want to make more prints. I'm pretty satisfied with this series.

I've been sick. I finally admitted it today after my body told me, no more- you are only doing the bare minimum. I yielded to the cloudy head, aches and runny nose and relinquished my hope that i could fight it. While succumbing to the cold, I also feel I have defeated it because after the worst is over it can only get better right? Another thing I learned about having the cold, is that all other bullshit gets tossed to the side. You're barely functioning, so you let go of anything not important including 'to do' list and people not worth talking to- I exchange my busy life, for time and space to be with myself and my snot, patiently waiting to recover while drinking hot tea, warm soup and trying to nap.  Today was probably one of the best days to take the "day off" and I don't mean from work, I mean life. I was already off the work schedule today and the temperature is currently dropping to like -4. Hence, social life halts, attending lectures, scr...

I awoke to a    Day that was pale- Clouds hung low    A bright grey overcast. As it crept towards noon The sky grew dark And the day felt weary So it began to weep The winds picked up Billowing across the wet land When a shot rings out And an orange shape is seen darting To hide behind rows of houses- Making the sound seem Only like a crack of lightning With a human streak That quickly fades. Droplets smash against these window panes Remembered days filled with pain and self-doubt Every morning waking up To the wish that I were not myself But someone else who was happy Or who might imagine that one day they could be. People who don't understand how One grapples with a disease of the mind That can have more power over you Than any physical cancer- Either have never experienced The way its effected someone Or are afraid of its unknown Crippling reach Which can invade without A moments notice Without credence to age, race or gender ...

The World Tarot Card of the Day for 2014-06-01