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// Divine Oblivion and the roots of Ecstasy//

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The word ecstasy comes to English from the words extasis and ekstasis (Latin and Greek respectively). Ex or ek meaning out, and stasis meaning ‘standing still’.  Together they came to mean a sense of displacement, a trance.

Additional layers of meaning evolved. “a state of rapture that stupefied the body while the soul contemplated divine things” and to “drive out of one’s mind” (existanai phrenon).

// Pistachio kisses//

Along the beach we
crack
open pistachios
and crack
each other up.
Empty shells mark our path
and we collect
the shells
which lay before us.
When you break open a pistachio,
they sound-
“mwah!” “muah!” “mwah!”
(much like our kisses,)
as they move towards our sea-salt lips.
Nimble-fingered,
our mouths crave the next taste,
before we finish our present,
pistachio kiss.

// Sibling rant//

My sister can take a sentence and weave it into a nightmare. She would cause the second deluge if you said something the wrong way and did not immediately apologize. Ironically, everything that comes out of her mouth is a complaint, a critique or a boasting right. Apparently she can do just about everything better than me. Whether I am baking, making a bouquet of flowers, buying a pair of shoes or walking my dog she finds something that I am “doing wrong” or could be doing better. I am tempted to ask her to come into the bathroom with me and show me how to wipe my ass, because it seems even things I’ve been doing for a long time could use some work. My sister likes to come off as a laid back kind of gal but she is the most controlling person I’ve ever known. I must admit, I could be slightly hostile to her because she is like a leech on my parent’s bank account. Being the first born she always got the best and most of everything new. I got hand-me-downs and whatever the remainder of the bank account can afford. Now, this has never really bugged me, I rather like being thrifty, but it drives me crazy how she disregards the fact that my parents are in a financially tight situation but she acts like their money is a natural recourse. She doesn’t care if she fails a class- even though that’s money down the drain. She drops classes mid-semester, quits jobs without having another one lined up, has no grievances asking for a months rent or a hundred dollar pair of shoes and doesn’t even consider the fact that I’ve been working my ass off to get in a good college my entire life and my parents have no money to help me out because she had to go to a community college in an expensive ass town and fail her math class three times. When she comes to visit I find I am missing a third of my makeup, a few of my shoes and shirts have been stretched out and half my vegetarian food (which she always criticizes me for being, and which is very hard to find around here) is eaten. Sibling rivalries are a bitch, but not to the extent that my sister is.

// Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath//

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; 
I lift my lids and all is born again. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, 
And arbitrary blackness gallops in: 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed 
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade: 
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men: 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I fancied you’d return the way you said, 
But I grow old and I forget your name. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

I should have loved a thunderbird instead; 
At least when spring comes they roar back again. 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

(Source: ashiftybloke)