I want to write about the one free moment in my past between me and my X.... And other thoughts that intreat me.
( seriously... if I'm in this mode I must be happy or drunk... or both. It's like this combo that has to happen... like some sort of strange alignment of stars, only predicted by fantasy creatures. Like Bukaroo Banzi knowing exactly what planet 10 is planning....)
Follow the white man.... That ubiquitous walk signal... Hand your body and soul over to randomness every 72 seconds ( The time it takes signal lights to change here in lotus land....) It's the one clear memory I have about, she who is her and for me that's not tainted with the reality of lies and mistrust....That one clear moment between us that happened here inside my pat existence that makes me smile, along with the change to Walk signals at the intersections in this town... Every 72 seconds......
I realise now that that thought will be the prevailing memory of US to me. Not losing my virginity... not wanting to jump off the Granville St bridge on Halloween. It 's that little flashing light that lets me walk across an intersection that I will entrust with my good memories of, you, Wendy. Til the day I die....
Why did this come to me? It's the memory of another who is lost to me that prompted this......
Larisa was one of our ADL's at the Opera. I focused lights for her more than once as she smiled at me from the QET deck. I cannot begin to really describe her beauty. She was this lovely mixed race girl... Jet black long hair. And soft dark skin. With a 1k incandescent smile that lit up your life when she talked to you. Larisa had these big dark searching eyes. the kind of, if you were the one allowed to fall in love with her, you'd want to go night swimming into for the rest of your life.
Larisa was the only Canadian still unidentified from the crash of that budget charter jet in Thailand. Larisa is that type of girl, to never to miss a flight. Never to be late for work. And she was checked into the section where all the majority of the planes fatalities occurred. We here in Vancouver, in the performing arts, who know and love her. Live now these few precious days with forlorn hope that she is one of the survivors. That she's safe in some hospital somewhere getting treatment. And every waking day I cannot forget her now. Our opening night of Company, we dedicated to her in secret. Over headset and after during the toast. We pray for her safe return. While we realize her release. And know that she touched us....
which is why I remember that moment, untainted when Wendy touched me with her dreams... Because it's the only thing that relates... that resonates with me. That one laughing innocent thought of the little white man in a street light that could change your destiny.....
And that's my untainted love moment.....
For Larisa......
( seriously... if I'm in this mode I must be happy or drunk... or both. It's like this combo that has to happen... like some sort of strange alignment of stars, only predicted by fantasy creatures. Like Bukaroo Banzi knowing exactly what planet 10 is planning....)
Follow the white man.... That ubiquitous walk signal... Hand your body and soul over to randomness every 72 seconds ( The time it takes signal lights to change here in lotus land....) It's the one clear memory I have about, she who is her and for me that's not tainted with the reality of lies and mistrust....That one clear moment between us that happened here inside my pat existence that makes me smile, along with the change to Walk signals at the intersections in this town... Every 72 seconds......
I realise now that that thought will be the prevailing memory of US to me. Not losing my virginity... not wanting to jump off the Granville St bridge on Halloween. It 's that little flashing light that lets me walk across an intersection that I will entrust with my good memories of, you, Wendy. Til the day I die....
Why did this come to me? It's the memory of another who is lost to me that prompted this......
Larisa was one of our ADL's at the Opera. I focused lights for her more than once as she smiled at me from the QET deck. I cannot begin to really describe her beauty. She was this lovely mixed race girl... Jet black long hair. And soft dark skin. With a 1k incandescent smile that lit up your life when she talked to you. Larisa had these big dark searching eyes. the kind of, if you were the one allowed to fall in love with her, you'd want to go night swimming into for the rest of your life.
Larisa was the only Canadian still unidentified from the crash of that budget charter jet in Thailand. Larisa is that type of girl, to never to miss a flight. Never to be late for work. And she was checked into the section where all the majority of the planes fatalities occurred. We here in Vancouver, in the performing arts, who know and love her. Live now these few precious days with forlorn hope that she is one of the survivors. That she's safe in some hospital somewhere getting treatment. And every waking day I cannot forget her now. Our opening night of Company, we dedicated to her in secret. Over headset and after during the toast. We pray for her safe return. While we realize her release. And know that she touched us....
which is why I remember that moment, untainted when Wendy touched me with her dreams... Because it's the only thing that relates... that resonates with me. That one laughing innocent thought of the little white man in a street light that could change your destiny.....
And that's my untainted love moment.....
For Larisa......