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    Friday
    Apr262013

    I Know It's Only Rock N' Roll

           Getting ready to go out the other day, the movie Almost Famous was on the television, playing in the background. In the middle of brushing my teeth, I was suddenly assaulted by the opening notes of Black Sabbath’s “Paranoid”. Then, what’s happened a million and one times, happened again; something in my soul stirred; something in my heart caught fire; something in my mind exploded; something in my body felt unstoppable. Music took me away to that magic place once again. I literally had to stop brushing and just let the experience soak in.
            The loves of my life have seen this happen to me. I shared one ex-girlfriend's writings about it in a post called The Original Mistress Music. Some of my lovers have been able, in those moments, to crawl inside me. And I love it when they do. Because now she’s part of this magnificent experience with me. Now I’m intimately connected to her, sharing one of the most powerful events in my life, with her. I’m no longer alone in those sacred moments. Now it's the three of us. Me. Her. Music. Just like watching a sunset by yourself is beautiful, but watching it with someone you love brings the experience to a whole new level.  
           This connection and sharing is important to me because, the only other thing on earth besides music that does this to me is.......her. The only other thing that can bring me to that place, that can stir my insides so magically and powerfully, that can enchant me so utterly and completely, is her. My woman’s love for me, like mistress music, makes me at once her slave and powerful beyond measure. She does that to me. I want her to know that. I want her to see that. And I want her to love me madly for it......

     

    ©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.

    Thursday
    Apr252013

    Love Smiles

      

           Early this morning, whilst at The Daily Brew in Cataumet, Massachusetts (my favorite coffee shop on the planet), I thought of this picture, and the phrase "there's a smile in our eyes" came to me. Just that one simple line. Then, I wrote this poem. In, literally, under five minutes. It flowed out of me effortlessly, and I changed very few words or phrases once I put them to the page. When inspiration this powerful hits me, it feels like Creative Divine Intervention. And it brings me to tears. Every. Single. Time. 

     

    LOVE SMILES

    There’s a smile in our eyes
    Born of real love
    It comes from within
    It comes from above

    My heart was so full
    In this moment of joy
    The man that I am
    Living lovingly with the boy

    No conflict
    No strife
    No doubt and no turmoil
    A precious moment in time
    That nothing could spoil

    When I think of all the time I wasted
    Not connecting with my brothers
    I am filled with a sadness
    And a pain like no other

    But that quickly passes
    When I feel our connection
    It’s never too late
    For such delicious redemption

    To those who I love
    Let me say from my heart
    If I’ve pushed you away by my foolishness
    Let me make a fresh start

    When I fall
    I get up
    When I fail
    I go at it again
    This is the way of love
    And it never ends......


                    - Clint Piatelli, April 25, 2013

     

    ©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.

    Wednesday
    Apr242013

    All Of Me

           A few days after my mother died in May of 2012, my nephew Steven had a gig in South Boston. On Mother's Day, actually. All of my siblings and I decided to go.
           At that time, I was still estranged from everyone in my family, except for my sister Cheryl and my mom. Prior to my mother’s death, the five of us, meaning all of my siblings, hadn’t been in the same room together for years. So agreeing to all attend this event was no small feat.
           At the gig, my twin brother Mike and I got up on stage with my nephew and did a few tunes with him. Mike and I used to play in a bands together. Lots of bands. Over many years. But it had been a long time since I shared the stage with him.
           My family is extremely musical. Kind of like The Osmonds without all the Mormon bullshit. We all have vast talent, passion, and an irresistible gravitation towards music. Most of us are involved in actively playing live music, to varying degrees, as of this writing. Thus, there is a powerful common connection between us all that transcends the strife and pain and mayhem of the last ten years of our collective relationships.
           Not long after my mother’s death, when, at the time, there was little communication or expressed love, we all reconciled. Music played a role in this story, because it was one very powerful common area that we all connected to. Like a hub of beautiful flowers ringed by a pile of horse shit.  
           The song in the video is entitled “All Of Me”. It’s one of the greatest love songs ever written, which has stood the test of time. Appropriate that a great love song is being performed by my nephew, my twin brother, and I. For there is, and always has been, a great love between us. Even if it was buried beneath a lot of hurt, bad behavior, and misunderstanding.
           “All Of Me” emotes the passion of a man who is literally giving himself, all of himself, to the woman of his heart’s desire. He’s saying; “I’m here. I’m showing you everything I’ve got. Take it. Take it all. Take ME, baby. Because without you, my complete giving of this priceless gift doesn’t mean much.”
           It’s a romantic and impassioned plea for the acceptance of one’s whole being; a total giving of such love that it staggers my senses. And yet here it is, this priceless gift of love and self being offered, completely and freely. As though he were offering a Tootsie Roll to a kid.
           That’s what great love songs are made of. That’s what great love relationships are made of.

     Thanx, Boo, for the nice camera work.

    ©2013 Clint Piatelli, Steve Memmolo, MuscleHeart, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.

    Tuesday
    Apr232013

    Zen Continuum

           Polarization: a very western concept. Eastern cultures don’t dichotomize with the concepts of Either/Or, and Black/White, like westerners do. Instead, the Zen of Both/And is rooted into the philosophy of Buddhism and other eastern religions. The Yin and Yang concept from Chinese philosophy describes how seemingly opposite, contrary, or polarized forces are interconnected and interdependent. What we westerners see as dichotomized, or opposing forces, eastern cultures see as complimentary elements interacting to create something far greater than either separate part. Shadow can not exist without light.
           I continue to examined my own internal struggle with polarization. Like many of us, I tend to polarize what appear to be opposing forces. When I do that to elements of my own personality, my own behavior, my own self, I can get into big trouble; I can lose myself. If I see parts of myself as opposite, and I create the Either/Or paradigm, then I create a reality where I can’t be both. But I am both. So who the hell am I? Because I make it an Either/Or, I doom myself to internal strife, no matter what.
           More than one person has described me as a contradiction. And at times, I do indeed experience myself as a contradiction. So f I am polarizing myself, I’m going to project that. Which is not to say that even if I don’t polarize myself, I won’t still be seen as a dichotomy to some. If people are not conscious of their own need to polarize, it doesn’t matter how I show up. They are not going to know who I am, for they are going to see me as a contradiction, regardless of what I’m projecting. I have no control over that. All I can do is resolve myself to myself. If I show up more whole, I’ve done my job. I can’t do theirs.
           As far back as high school, I’ve been aware of elements of my personality that may come off as opposites, or contradictory. I’ve bumped up against that my whole adult life. But every time I hit that wall, I come away with a clarity that I previously missed.
           Frame behavior and emotions on a continuum, like this:


       
           To keep it simple for demonstration sake, let’s say at one end, there is the capacity to experience pain. On the other end, there is the capacity for joy, love, excitement. The circles at the ends represent the very edges of our own individual capacity. And let’s say most people’s capacity is represented by the length of the line above. Most of us never push the edges of that, so we actually live in place represented by the two vertical lines. That is where we spend most of time, emotionally and behaviorally.  
           My objective, with myself and with people I work with in MuscleHeart, is to not only expand the overall length of that continuum, so that our capacity for feelings and behaviors are greater, but to move the vertical limiters out further as well, so that we push our own envelopes more often. We can be in that space of greater feeling, more vibrant self expression, and freer behavior, more of the time.
           Visually, it would look like this:  

           Essential in this new paradigm is that we don’t polarize the ends. The visual above is imperfect because it appears that whatever is at one end is opposite of what’s on the other end. But that’s only if we polarize. If we take a more Zen approach to the whole diagram, then we see the ends as complimentary, not opposites.
           Our capacity for incredible freedom of behavior, love, joy, excitement, can only exist if we also have that same capacity to feel pain. That doesn’t mean we have to spend the same amount of time in pain as we do in joy to “balance it out”. But it does mean we have the capacity to feel that much pain. And that when we do, we feel it all the way. We don’t shut it off or shut it down in order to not feel as much.
           The truth is, if we limit our capacity to feel intense pain, we limit our capacity to feel intense joy and love. The same goes for our behavior. We increase our capacities for all types of behavior, across the entire continuum. What we actually do, how we behave, is another step. We get to choose our behavior, based on many factors. What we open up is our capacity for different behavior. We vastly expand our choices.
           Love and sex are great arenas to demonstrate this. How far are you willing to push your own envelope, in loving another and being loved? How willing are you to push your own envelope in the bedroom? Are you willing to tap into deep desires and passions and act on them? Are you willing to dig deep, explore, and expand?
           It’s worth it. Trust me.



    ©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.

    Monday
    Apr222013

    Boo

           Boo.
           That was my pet name for her. I can’t tell you why I called her that. Not  without revealing her real name. But I can tell you, it wasn’t because she was scary looking. Au contraire. Stunningly Beautiful. Incredibly Sexy. And I told her so. All the time.
           I loved every square inch of her. Head to toe. Literally. When I kissed her, anywhere, it was like wrapping my mouth around a sweet, delicious, soft piece of juicy girl fruit. Succulent and yummy. I just wanted to eat her up.  
           Beautiful inside and out, I saw her, felt her, and experienced her, as a complete being. I wasn’t just in love with a face. I wasn’t just in love with a body. I was in love with a person.  
           The word “partnership”, a word I had never thought much about before, took on true meaning when I thought of being with her long term. “Sharing” took on new depth, too. For the first time in my life, I wanted to share it all. Everything I had. Everything I was. With her. A big step for this bachelor of almost fifty years.
           She inspired the artist/lover in me like no woman ever had. I used to create little works of art about her, for her; short movies, songs, love letters, photos, pictures with words, computer comic book pages, that sort of thing. Some of it I shared not only with her, but with the world. I wanted the planet to know how I felt about her. Why? Well I found it incredibly romantic, first of all. Like a musician who writes a song about the love of his life and releases it for all to hear. Like a painter who paints a portrait of his beloved and hangs it in an art gallery for the world to see. What I did was my way of doing something like that. Eventually, I would have done something exactly like that.
           And, there is something stirring and timelessly adoring about expressing such love for someone to the entire world. Maybe it makes it more real. There is power and energy in such grand expression. It’s decisive and clear. I’ve done it here many times, on this very blog, with other people I love dearly; my twin brother, my niece, close friends of mine. Sharing deep and intense love on such a big scale is a declaration. There’s no turning back. It's a leap of faith, a courageous jump off of the Love Cliff. Kind of like marriage.
           I was proud to be so in love with her. I was proud of her. Those little art projects to her were like mini monuments. And those mini monuments were precursors of bigger monuments to come. I wasn’t sure exactly what those monuments would be, or how I would create them, but I knew I would. Maybe I would have built a house for us and named it after her, complete with a sign on the entrance gate, or over the front door. Maybe I would have bought us a boat, put a custom paint job to it, and named it after her. Better yet, maybe I would have created something that nobody had ever done before. Knowing me, the chance of that happening was pretty good.
           Compliments flew out of my mouth like doves at a peace festival. It felt good to tell her how much I loved the way she looked, or smelled, or felt, or tasted, or just was. And they were all sincere. It's not in me to compliment somebody falsely. Especially her. To notice her, to love what I noticed, and let her know that, was important to me. I wanted her to know what I knew. I wanted her to know I was paying attention. With words and with actions. Why keep that a secret?    
             At moments, it hurts to write about all this. But writing through pain is part of writing. Akin, methinks, to a professional linebacker playing through pain. It’s part of the package. And the best learn to not only do it, but do it well. So I’m becoming a better Emotional Linebacker. I’m becoming a better writer, when I write, and write well, through pain. I’ll take that.
           When I was with Boo, I really didn’t believe it was possible to over express the love I felt for her. There was so much in my heart that I sometimes didn’t know what to do with it. Like the uncontainable excitement of a kid on Christmas morning.
           Many times, when I looked at her, an energy from deep inside me would fire up, like the burning glow from a powerful furnace. It would radiate outward, and completely fill my body. I felt it everywhere. I would clench my fists, and my arms would start shaking, literally. The energy had to be released. I would bite my fist, in that stereotypical Italian manner, and make some sort of low guttural sound; in between a growl and a rebel yell. That action was a way of transferring the energy into something physical. But it wasn’t enough. It was merely a warm up. Suddenly, I would passionately grab her, bite her gently yet firmly somewhere on her hot little body, and then give her a big hug and a kiss. Sometimes I got carried away and bit just a little too hard. As I said, the fire burned hot.  
           The whole sequence, from looking at her to the bite, hug, and kiss, would last no more than several seconds. It was like an explosion. An explosion of passionate affection. An explosion of absolute adoration. An explosion of uncontrollable desire. An explosion of crazy love. “Exposion de l’amour fou”.  
           Over the top? Too much?.....Is there a “top” to that sort of thing? I never saw one. Never felt one. Never even thought that way. I just knew how I felt. And I wanted to share that with her. I wanted to express that to her. Powerfully. Creatively. Lovingly. Passionately. Deeply. And often.
           If that’s wrong, what the fuck does right look like?


    ©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.