Marie Starr

NEW NEWS:

I'm back! So, right before this site crashed, my computer crashed - wiping out tons of writing and even more photographs. Needless to say, I was a little bummed by it all. That, and my never-ending attempt at getting a divorce, have kept me away. But I am entering a new phase, in which I've decided it is time for me to realize doing things for myself is essential and not a luxury I don't have time for (or rather don't make time for). I am shifting my paradigm. We'll see how it goes ... wish me luck ... paradigms are so bulky & heavy!

Due to these circumstances, I never did the back-up editing thing, so I'm building it back up again. But I just started , so it's still got a long way to go. Most of what I've posted today is more recent stuff and more along the "comfort the disturbed" lines than "disturb the comfortable" of my personal bumper-sticker stolen mantra, but it's all good ... two sides of the same coin, eh?

It's so weird to have all my writing gone but still have all these comments and contest references relating to work that is not even on here anymore. Well, at some point, I will try to restore what was on here. Might take a while though since I will have to re-type it all. So for now, new stuff ... hope you like!

MORE INFO:

Let's see ... a little bit about me ...

Well, I have a tendency to leave my spoon (or stir stick) in my coffee the whole time I'm drinking it, even though I must continuously use my pointer finger to keep it from hitting me in the face...

& even though I am aware I do this & realize it would be easier to just remove it before drinking, I still do it anyway & I don't even really know why.

Maybe it's the subtle joy of stirring or the knowledge that any time my oral fixations get the best of me, I can whip that little stir stick out & chew ... could be either, could be both, could be something buried deeper in my desert psyche that has not yet surfaced in my conscious mind.

As you can see, I do have a tendency to analyze (some say over-analyze) even the smallest things, but let me tell you now, why ... I find it is these small things, these moments, these fixations & unexplainable idiosyncrasies that say more about us than anything else. They are what lies hidden beneath what we consciously choose to portray, & in that sense are a much more of a glimpse into our authentic selves.

MY WORK:

I am focusing on the edges of invisibility, on those things we try so hard not to acknowledge, spend so much time & energy denying or willfully ignoring, and so much money filling the holes we create within ourselves when we try to pretend they don't exist.

On those taboo subjects, those things we just don't bring up in polite conversation, those dark corners we'd rather leave unilluminated. And on ways to make the personal universal, without becoming confessional ... ways to take those moments in our days that hit us with such force that we know something within us had shifted ... ways to take all those moments throughout our lives that seem disconnected and find the places where they meet, the unexpected connectedness between events, experiences, insights, conversations, people, feelings, ideals, ideas, words ...

"Disturb the comfortable, comfort the disturbed," is a bit of wisdom I gleaned from a bumper sticker (bumper stickers can be very wise) and have applied to my life since I first saw it.

I find sometimes that these random bits of wisdom that I come upon in conversation, find on bumper stickers or scrawled on bathroom walls, or stumble on in some other totally unexpected way, like the mystery of misheard mumbles, are some of the truest things in my life.

Strange, huh?

I am always on the lookout for undecided, open-minded, slightly bored, introspective individuals or anyone, really, who's got a bit of wisdom, wonder or general whimsy to throw my way ...

Lately, I've been into finding wisdom wherever I can ... whatever, wherever, whenever ...

Also questions: I am searching for questions much more so than answers, there are already too many people who think they know the answers (which I have found to be very dangerous), I am searching for people who are trying to find the questions (which I have found to be very difficult) ... when did we stop asking questions?

I've decided it's all about the questions anyway - that there are already too many answers (reads as: too much willful ignorance) and not enough questions (read as: not enough wonder).

Maybe I will start a group on here all about asking questions ... my longest running question is what is "it"?

For me, this stems from a wise woman who once told me repeatedly, "Ya got it in ya girl ... ya got it in ya." And even though I believed what she said, it took me almost a decade to figure out what "it" really was, for me ...

What are your questions?


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