Hey! Check out the Today section in the Sunpapers today for an article about the show. http://www.baltimoresun.com/features/lifestyle/bal-to.fluid05aug05,1,7505903.story?coll=bal-artslife-today
Last night's spectacular thunder storm seriously fucked up last night's dress rehearsal, but we had terrific fun anyway. After we had struck the set for the night, the fire performers did some improv routines to the improbable tunes of a country music station someone had tuned into their boombox. "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" will never be the same for me, thank God!
I sooooooo want to learn to manipulate fire and fire dance. My husband, bless his heart, is against it. When I told him of my desire to learn fire dance he said, "Don't you have enough dangerous hobbies?" I guess I don't. Looks like I can add another item to the list of Things I Will Be Allowed to Do Once I Am a Widow.
Today's favorite poem quite perfectly fits my life right now, by Thomas Hardy:
"Let Me Enjoy
(Minor Key)
I
Let me enjoy the earth no less
Because the all-enacting Might
That fashioned forth its loveliness
Had other aims than my delight.
II
About my path there flits a Fair,
Who throws me not a word or sign;
I'll charm me with her ignoring air,
And laud the lips not meant for mine.
III
From manuscripts of moving song
Inspired by scenes and dreams unknown
I'll pour out raptures that belong
To others, as they were my own.
IV
And some day hence, towards Paradise
And all its blest -- if such should be --
I will lift glad, afar-off eyes
Though it contain no place for me."
P.S. > http://abum.com/?show_media=65
Last night's spectacular thunder storm seriously fucked up last night's dress rehearsal, but we had terrific fun anyway. After we had struck the set for the night, the fire performers did some improv routines to the improbable tunes of a country music station someone had tuned into their boombox. "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" will never be the same for me, thank God!
I sooooooo want to learn to manipulate fire and fire dance. My husband, bless his heart, is against it. When I told him of my desire to learn fire dance he said, "Don't you have enough dangerous hobbies?" I guess I don't. Looks like I can add another item to the list of Things I Will Be Allowed to Do Once I Am a Widow.
Today's favorite poem quite perfectly fits my life right now, by Thomas Hardy:
"Let Me Enjoy
(Minor Key)
I
Let me enjoy the earth no less
Because the all-enacting Might
That fashioned forth its loveliness
Had other aims than my delight.
II
About my path there flits a Fair,
Who throws me not a word or sign;
I'll charm me with her ignoring air,
And laud the lips not meant for mine.
III
From manuscripts of moving song
Inspired by scenes and dreams unknown
I'll pour out raptures that belong
To others, as they were my own.
IV
And some day hence, towards Paradise
And all its blest -- if such should be --
I will lift glad, afar-off eyes
Though it contain no place for me."
P.S. > http://abum.com/?show_media=65
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