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The power of thought.
The power of word.
The power of life.
The power of heart.
The power of hope.
The power of art.
The power of truth.
The power of regression.
The power of youth.
The power of opression.
The power of tomorrow.
The power of lust.
The power of sorrow.
The power of trust.
The power of sin.
The power of love.
The power of death.
The power of politics.
The power of choice.
The power of corruption.
The power of desire.
The power of seduction.
The power of birth.
The power of obsession.
The power of now.
The power of yet.
The power of freedom.
The power of God.
The power of one.
The power of woman.
The power of one woman.
The power of expression.
The power of omission.
The power of power.
1. Who is Mabelyn and what is Mabelyn.com?
Mabelyn.com: What the hell is it? Is it the mad ravings of a Cubana or is it the deep convergence of the cosmos? Mabelyn.com is my little blackboard where I get to tell the whole world off if I feel like it. This is where I come to cry, to sing and dance. This is my virtual home; my virtual life...but of course each life must have its secrets, so half the time I'm keeping the good stuff to myself. If you only knew the things that are really happening between the sheets or otherwise...you'd probably lose respect for me, as would my parents. The hits would probably increase though ;)
2. How long have you been on-line?
3. What's the site traffic like?
4. You spend a lot of time working
on Mabelyn.com. Have you discovered that the site has redefined you as
a person? as an artist?
5. The intimacy issue: You share your
personal thoughts with hundreds, potentially thousands of people whose
faces you never see - are you an exhibitionist by nature?
I write these words to myself but perhaps they are for others. Perhaps I am reaching out, trying to quench that terrible need for acceptance; trying to show someone, somewhere the things that I have been feeling. In the end, if you don't remember yourself no one else will.
Am I a slave to my web page? Maybe. Am I too personal? Not nearly, so don't worry about it. For all you know I'm lying about everything...and "Mabe" doesn't exist at all. She may just be a figment of your imagination.
I've had thoughts of creating another website (a secret one) that you could only stumble on by chance where I can really let go and indulge in all that exhibitionism that I know is in me. Just think, a space where I can really go off and post all those pictures that no one has ever seen. :) or that contains the stuff from the unedited paper journals. Maybe it exists already. [I think that space is called the parking lot across from my living room windows...God knows those people have seen it all...no special URL required...he he he]
6. Where do you see Mabelyn.com (and
yourself) in five years? in ten?
7. Any role models or inspirations
we should know about?
8. Any other projects on your "to
do list", artistic or otherwise, you care to share?
9. Any other comments?
P.S. I love you all, especially you, Robert...
|Worth A Click:
"Give it to me straight up, no frilly elaborations on what you think but think you can't say to me because you're afraid of what I'll think of you. Give it to me straight up, hold the ice and the lime, hold the little umbrella and the Coke, hold the sugar and the milk. Hold all the extraneous bullshit of pleasantry. Hold the politeness because there's no nice way of telling someone that you don't love them anymore."
"What? You find me intimidating, aloof, strangely indifferent, you wish you knew? What happens when there are no answers to be had? What happens when the night is endless and you're trapped? What happens now? What happens to all of us once we've disappeared? Sometimes it's as easy as realizing that there's no cosmic punisher. That we do not need to suffer to learn lessons. That there's no grand circular wheel with the word fortune carved on it. Maybe all we have is this mortal coil, this skin that we live in, the skin that eventually wrinkles and rots. Maybe we can't be saved by helping the old lady cross the street, or by going to church or doing things right. Maybe the only way to save ourselves is to follow our hearts."
"My desire for acceptance has taken me down the darkest roads I've ever known. Loving myself won't be easy, but I will try. I am worthy of love. I am worthy of happiness. The cycle of repentance must be broken. I have to stop lashing myself, have to stop pouring salt on the wounds. If I am not prepared to love myself how can I hope to love another?"
"Walking these streets, I've seen a million faces. I've worn the mask that grins and smiles."
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