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This morning I had the radio on full blast. Bruce was singing “ nobody knows honey where love goes but when it goes it’s gone gone “. Sofia no doubt would have agreed.

Sofia Tolstoy (1844-1919) was just a babe in the woods when she met Leo Tolstoj. He was ambitious, she was romantic. When they married Sofia was only 19 years old, Tolstoj 34. Right after the honeymoon, Tolstoj gave his bride his sexually explicit diary to read. Not only was she overwhelmed, but Sofia’s dreams were so shattered that it was impossible to glue them together again.
For about 57 years, Sofia, too, kept a diary. She was a gifted writer and effortlessly created portraits of Tolstoj and their entourage. From the diaries we learn that it was Sofia who was responsible for creating a Happy Home for her husband and their numerous children. Not only did she organize home and finances, she also copied Tolstoj’s manuscripts over and over again as well as oversee their publication.

Sofia’s diaries show just how much her life was dominated by her husband and how she felt stressed out by his demands. His lack of appreciation made her feel lonely and used. On more than one occasion, she flung herself into the family pond hoping to die and free herself from delusion and depression.

Fame went to Tolstoj’s head. He gave up writing to become a guru attracting a variety of followers. Some were in good faith, others were simply schemers the most ferocious being Vladimir Chertkov. Chertkov competed with Sofia for Tolstoj’s affection and consideration. She truly loved her husband whereas Chertkov wanted to appropriate his guru’s genius for himself. Chertkov successfully alientated husband and wife and organized Tolstoj’s departure from the beloved family home he’d shared with his wife of almost 50 years. But the boys’ odyssey was brief ending up in a tiny railway station 80 miles away from home. Tolstoj became gravely ill and when Sofia learned of her husband’s whereabouts, she rushed to be near him. But his followers prohibited her from visiting her dying husband.

Love is not always fair.

(from The Diary of Luz Corazzini, Cynthia Korzekwa © )
Volver is our cat. We talk to him all the time and he understands us. When he is scratching the furniture and we say NO, he stops scratching. When it’s time to eat, we say PAPPA* and he comes running. When he snuggles next to us and we say WE LOVE YOU, he purrs. (*pap)

Once upon a time, humans were like Volver. They didn’t need to know the meaning of words in order to communicate.
More complex than verbal communication, non-verbal communication is somewhat telepathic and uses body language, eye contact, and, above all, empathy. Once upon a time we used much more non-verbal communication but when demographics drastically changed, standardized communication was needed. Words replaced sensation. And, instead of integrating one form of communication with the other, the verbal mode of thinking completely took over.

Not too long ago, I was feeling a bit stressed and went to a wine bar near my studio to mellow out. The place was packed. I looked around for an empty table and, not finding one, decided to leave. A man sitting near the door made a gesture with his hand indicating the empty chair next to him. It was an obvious invitation to sit down. The man, old but not elderly, had a pleasant face and seemed perfectly harmless. So I accepted his offer.

He told me his name was Leonard and that he’d given up being a surgeon to write books. A storyteller, his books sometimes put scholars on the spin cycle. His theories regarding the written word, for example, had created a lot of polemics.
According to Leonard, the invention of writing rewired the human brain. It created a society dominated by left-brain mentality typical of men. That is, the abstract substituted the actual. As a result, the holistic and iconic feminine right-brain was put into limbo. The word was preferred to the image. Goddesses were substituted with a patriarchal monotheism that totally obliterated the female principle. Thanks to the written word, said Leonard, the misogynist manipulators had stigmatized the role of women in society.

Recently I decided to use homemade emoticons/emoji for Facebook commentary for two reasons. For one, I don’t like being transformed into part of a social engineering algorithm (as posted about HERE). Secondly, the written word has a rigidity to it that the image doesn’t have. And, if you use any kind of social media, you need to protect your bio-rhythms from people out there desperate to externalize their anger and frustration.
Instead of word ping pong, why not use some emoticons/emoji of your own? Not interpreted in the same way as words, images can intrude upon verbal thinking which will frustrate troll-like thinkers. I mean, how can you fight with an emoticon?
Meaning and words are not necessarily synonymous.

(from The Diary of Luz Corazzini, Cynthia Korzekwa ©)
Related: The Alphabet Versus the Goddess + timeline + The Alphabet vs. The Goddess Lecture by Dr. Leonard Shlain VIDEO + and, for art lovers and historians, ART AND PHYSICS is a must read! + Empathy and Ecofeminism + Alphabet vs. Goddess TIMELINE + Emoji as a language
Not all diaries are meant for long wordy entries. But it takes talent to sum up the day’s events in one sentence.
“A Line A Day” diaries are set up in such a way that each day of the month is divided into five parts on one single page so that the diary is used for five years. It doesn’t leave much space but, as the years progress, you can easily compare the present with the past.

For c. 85 years, Beatrice Wood (1893-1998) kept “A Line A Day” diaries. She was able to stuff her daily activities into one sentence– an incredible feat considering the kind of life she led.
A rebel from a wealthy American family, the young Beatrice went to study art at the Julien Academy in Paris. More than focusing on art, Beatrice focused on artists and Bohemian lifestyles. With the arrival of WWI, she was forced to go back to New York. Here she hung out with Duchamp & Co and was known as Mama of Dada. Beatrice and Duchamp were involved in a ménage à trois relationship with Henri-Pierre Roché, the author of Jules et Jim. Despite some gossip, Beatrice was not the inspiration for Catherine. However, she did inspire the character of Rose in James Cameron’s Titanic.

With her ménage buddies, Beatrice created the Dada magazine The Blind Man mainly to defend the submission of Duchamp’s rejected R. Mutt urinal in the Society of Independent Artists Exhibition in 1917.
For years Beatrice enjoyed acting but eventually became disenchanted with it because “You know, acting is very fascinating. But being an actress is not, because you become so concentrated on yourself.”
Thanks to the encouragement of Duchamp, she started drawing. But her true artistic passion became working with clay and glazes. Beatrice also developed an interest in Oriental Philosophy and, in the late 1940s, she moved to Ojai, California to be near the Indian philosopher, J. Krishnamurti.

At the age of 90, her friend Anais Nin convinced her to write her autobiography, I Shock Myself. Beatrice lived to the age of 105. When asked the secret to her longevity, she responded ”I owe it all to art, chocolate, and young men.” Other memorable quotes include “Celibacy is exhausting” and “You can’t change the world, you can only change yourself.”

She eventually began transforming her folk-like drawings into whimsical clay figurines that narrated her joie de vivre.



(from The Diary of Luz Corazzini, Cynthia Korzekwa ©)
Read I SHOCK MYSELF by Beatrice Wood free online HERE on Archive.org
Related: Académie Julian + Beatrice Wood One Line A Day Diary + Jiddu Krishnamurti + Beatrice Wood Center for the Arts +The “Real” Rose Calvert From Titanic