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ah, yes... i hope you're not sick of this obsession because i sure ain't! Viggo Mortensen is my hero, my mentor, my dream guide, my favorite crush & my most present inspiration * a couple of years ago i bought one of his books & i was so impressed, intrigues, inspired, touched, moved by what i found there that i've bought every book i could get my hands on since * back when i was resisting the obsession i didn't buy one book (45301) & 2 cds (The Other Parade & One Less Thing to Worry About) which have since gone out of print & are only available occasionally on eBay for outrageous prices... yes, my "voice" is dripping with regret & you can bet i will not miss another one *

hours spent looking through all those books wore off on me from the very beginning * the day i got the first one, Recent Forgeries, i wrote the first poem i had written in many years, my first thank you, Viggo * this past winter i was out walking with Pippin, taking pictures along the way as always, when suddenly i saw a picture where i'd never seen one before * i thought to myself: Viggo would take that picture * not that he would like it, or i would like to show it to him, but that he would take it -- while i'd never have seen it * i know i sound silly (i am silly, you know that) but it was an eerie feeling, as if he had tapped me on the shoulder & asked me to take the picture for him * like he'd opened a door where i'd only seen a wall * i knew it was from the books, especially Mo Te Upoko-o-te-ika/For Wellington, in which his eye for the details of nature thrills me *

i'm repeating myself, though in slightly different words * i wanted to express my gratitude for the inspiration i have received from Viggo's work & when i got an email from another woman who said she wanted to do the same thing i thought of a lovely little book i got in Nicaragua, a gathering of words of thanks for Julio Cortázar * i thought: wouldn't it be beautiful to do that for Viggo? * who cares if he sees it? just to do it would be a pleasure -- just like that poem was for me as much as for him * so, if you haven't figured it out already, that's what i did & here it is: ThankYouViggo.com, the new playground over which i'm obsessing these days (which is why i've neglected this page for 2 weeks!) *

the stunning movie The Pillow Book is the inspiration for this ever-evolving page of lists * there are lots of links mixed in on my lists -- if i could find a good link on any item, i included it * some links go straight to Amazon.com or the IMDb but watch that bottom status bar because there are some other great links hidden in there * if you're interested in a little history, follow the story behind this page on the one that came before it, otherwise, click on for more rambling words and lists of beloved things -- is that an oxymoron?

the lists below may look the same but they change every time i update the page * not all of them every time, but all of them over time * as it's a new year i'm going to give them another thorough going over, keep my mind moving on to new obsessions, even though i don't completely let go of the old ones *

the 2 spots at top i'll keep -- they're always changing & besides, they please me (i'm the only audience for these pages for all i know, so why not?) * my horrorscope: i'm a woo-woo type, part pagan, so why not revel in it? & the hotties in the movies: what's life without some tasty crushes? i try to keep the list short, but when i really fall for somebody it's usually because of a generous genuine nature & then i never want to take him&her off my list * like Viggo, like Salma * i saw the elvin Cate Blanchett on Inside the Actors Studio & wow... she said "It has to be a generous act" about really giving herself to a performance emotionally, going all out as she does * the generosity of creative expression is one of my favorite concepts, the one i've begun the last 2 years with (see Viggo for last year, & Brezsny for this) * see, it's all connected *

There is a Native American nation that white people call the Winnebago. The tribe's members refer to themselves, however, as the Hotcâgara. That's your first metaphorical clue for the week, Aries. You should firmly correct anyone who misnames or misidentifies you. Here's another tip, courtesy of the Hotcâgara. In their origin myth, the great god Earthmaker wakes up to realize he is the only being in the universe. In his abysmal loneliness, he weeps. His tears become the oceans and rivers and lakes of our world. I suspect that the tears you cry in the coming week will also, like Earthmaker's, be profoundly creative.

i haven't cried a tear this week but i certainly do feel creative, even profoundly creative * i feel like my fingers can't keep up with my mind & my mind can't keep up with my inspiration -- i love that feeling * i wonder if i've been neglecting my responsibilities a bit but at the same time i feel the responsibility to be open to the gifts that are seething around, within & through me * i do love that blank card -- i never want to fill in a word, just to leave it blank (how lovely to get it & also openness!) *

my answers to those questions he always asks on Inside the Actors Studio are as follows (today):

i was going up stairs to my room (it wasn't my real life house -- i haven't had stairs since 2 addresses ago * it also had 3 toilets in the bathroom! so close together it would have been hard to share & one of them only had half a seat on it, but it was such a wide half a seat that i checked to see if it was meant to be that way or if it was broken -- broken * now what the heck d'ya s'pose the dream books would say about that?!) & there was a very sweet, timid but insistent red-headed boy following me * i don't know if i'd been flirting with him or he'd been flirting with me but i was going to leave it alone, maybe because he was young * he didn't want me to leave but he was afraid to follow me all the way into my room * something made me change my mind & i came back down to where he sat on the steps * his eyelashes, glowing orangey-red gorgeous, were so long that he brushed them back behind his ears so he could see me better * as if i hadn't noticed before i exclaimed "your eyelashes are longer than your hair!" * it was enticing, the eyelashes, the hair, seductive * i wanted to touch it * he looked up at me & his eyes were so soft & young but so present, not really innocent but full of desire -- not lust, which is purely physical, but desire, which is somehow more than that * so i sat down on the same step & i kissed him & his lips were so softly delicious i could still feel them when i woke up *