Marie Starr
My blogs
| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Industry | Arts |
| Occupation | Artist/Writer/Editor/Photographer |
| Location | Rochester, New York, United States |
| Introduction | Basic Mantra: “Disturb the comfortable; Comfort the disturbed." I am a writer & artist & photographer & fool. I try to use my fractal focus and obsessive tendencies to illuminate the edges of invisibility. I can usually be found around town snapping pics of locals, chasing my kids, drawing abstractions with my sharpies or long & gangly sticks, writing whatever happens to spill out of my pen, & reading banned books. |
| Interests | Painting, Sculpting, Writing, Reading, Star Gazing, Cloud Bursting, Running Through Sprinklers, Photography, Poetry, Politics, Protest, Meditation, Yoga, Nature, Doorways, Change, Transition, Opportunities, Philosophy, Drawing, Art, Theatre, Prose, Fiction, Slam, Open Mics, Culture, Anthropology, Perspective, Personal Narrative, Memoir, Non-Fiction, Women and Gender Studies, Feminism, Race, Theory, Class, Age, Prejudice, Discrimination, Stereotypes, Labels, Categories, Names, Nicknames |
| Favorite movies | Usual Suspects, Benny & Joon, Dead Man, Ghost Dog, Twelve Monkeys, Enemy Mine, In & Out, Fish Called Wanda, Princess Bride, Dark Crystal, Labirynth, Slingblade, American Beauty, French Kiss |
| Favorite music | Ani Difranco, Joules Graves, Violent Femmes,Autumn Divers, Gregory Paul, Shawnee Boyeee, Ed Downey, Ian Downey, The Years, Kalu James, CHEA, Tracy Chapman, James Taylor, Sinead O'Conner, Billie Holiday, Simon and Garfunkel, Toad the Wet Sprocket |
| Favorite books | I Know This Much Is True, By the Light of My Father's Smile, The Color Purple, Possessing the Secret of Joy, The Temple of My Familiar, Song of Soloman, The Bluest Eye, Slaughterhouse Five, Mother Night, Breakfast of Champions, Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day,The Poisonwood Bible, Fahrenheit 451, Writing Down the Bones,One Hundred Years of Solitude, A Wild Sheep Chase, Dance Dance Dance |
How is an ankle unlike a consequence?
consequences are sometimes twisted but rarely turned ...