Murdered By Life

I’m reading The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait, which includes ten years’ worth of journal entries by the artist from the last years before she died. Ever since I discovered her work in one of my art appreciation classes in college, I have always been intrigued by her. Deep down I knew why, but I’d never seen it in print until today when I started reading her journal. In the book’s introduction, writer Carlos Fuentes, says this of Kahlo: “Frida Kahlo is one of the greatest speakers for pain…” He also says that she was able to translate her pain into art. And, “…her scream is articulate because it achieves a visible and emotional form.” That was my ‘aha’ moment. I felt like I was conversing with Kahlo through her art. I felt like I could hear her sharing her pain with me and I felt drawn to her because of it.

Even though “pain destroys language,” Kahlo’s artwork has always spoken to me. All that she endured was written on her soul and she bared her soul in her artwork. That’s one of the reasons I love her work so much.

After reading the diary, I wrote the following poem:

I call out to you
Listening intently
Wishing I had wings
Brilliantly transparent,
not heavenly
for I am no angel.
Tied to my soul
a dancing silhouette
to shelter my love
or to lift me up
carry me on the wind.
It is the breeze
I miss most
when it no longer
rustles through the leaves
sweeps up the air
all around me
so you can’t hear
the guttural sound
that escapes my lips
when I call out your name.
Death shroud
Halloween mask
Mourning veil
Living hell
Love. You.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind

Frida's Painting from her diary

*Note: The photo is taken from “The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait.” It is one of the many sketches included in her diary.

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About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432491754&sr=8-1.
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