hiya kidzz... sorry... it's been a few days... daze... haze... my body is feelin fuckin wrecked from the past few months of work & "relaxation"... I need a bit of a break from this cycle... work, bar, insomnia, mini sleep,work, drink, media medicating, fittful dreams, work.... you get the idea... I'm not complaining about my life... it's a good one as those things go... I just get restless... bored, when my days keep slipping into a rut...
just nine more days of it though... just watch, I'll be whining about nothing to do within a month... I'll have plenty to keep me occupied for the next few days... we're taking the spring concert to the schools new space in the Disney Hall / Gehry building downtown... it's a great venue & I'm happy for the kids who get to show their work there, but I don't really get along with the person that runs the theater... just one of those personality things...
watching Bertolucci's "The Conformist"... what a freak this guy is... sex & politics... fucking & Italian Fascism... coitus & French Communism.... Brando & buttery butt buggering in Paris??...
so much to do in the next few weeks... two more shows to get up by next Wednesday... Shows to see at Highways Thurs, & Fri. (fuckin' A Rachel Rosenthal out of retirement & Ron Athey)... graduation Fri.... Highways 15th anniversary on Sat... a show in San Fran I'm supposed to go to that same night... trying to see the Minimalism show downtown the next Mondaay... SG Burlesque shows the next week (HELL YEAH!!)... & then a swell dance party at my place that Saturday...
this havin' fun thing is hard fuckin work
ok... it's gettin late... I gotta be up by 6 in the A...
much love out to ya'll
here's a little sumpin'... actually three seperate things that some how worked ok together
.......................................................
From time
to time,
for a moment
lasting no longer
than a breeze,
I find
my self
by
my self
without
the skin
of alone.
And then
the stillness
holds its breath.
That enviable moment of loss
living deeply,
brightly
in the embrace.
It eludes me.
That melting away
of amorous armor.
On the cusp of breathing,
when the heart reaches out
to touch its blinding fears.
And they too will fall away,
feeling like sun warmed hair
whispering past my finger tips.
passion like dreaming
quiet
dark
colored by hope awakening
just nine more days of it though... just watch, I'll be whining about nothing to do within a month... I'll have plenty to keep me occupied for the next few days... we're taking the spring concert to the schools new space in the Disney Hall / Gehry building downtown... it's a great venue & I'm happy for the kids who get to show their work there, but I don't really get along with the person that runs the theater... just one of those personality things...
watching Bertolucci's "The Conformist"... what a freak this guy is... sex & politics... fucking & Italian Fascism... coitus & French Communism.... Brando & buttery butt buggering in Paris??...
so much to do in the next few weeks... two more shows to get up by next Wednesday... Shows to see at Highways Thurs, & Fri. (fuckin' A Rachel Rosenthal out of retirement & Ron Athey)... graduation Fri.... Highways 15th anniversary on Sat... a show in San Fran I'm supposed to go to that same night... trying to see the Minimalism show downtown the next Mondaay... SG Burlesque shows the next week (HELL YEAH!!)... & then a swell dance party at my place that Saturday...
this havin' fun thing is hard fuckin work
ok... it's gettin late... I gotta be up by 6 in the A...
much love out to ya'll
here's a little sumpin'... actually three seperate things that some how worked ok together
.......................................................
From time
to time,
for a moment
lasting no longer
than a breeze,
I find
my self
by
my self
without
the skin
of alone.
And then
the stillness
holds its breath.
That enviable moment of loss
living deeply,
brightly
in the embrace.
It eludes me.
That melting away
of amorous armor.
On the cusp of breathing,
when the heart reaches out
to touch its blinding fears.
And they too will fall away,
feeling like sun warmed hair
whispering past my finger tips.
passion like dreaming
quiet
dark
colored by hope awakening