Monday, September 30, 2013

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Melissa Ivey and her girlfriend Brandy came to town and we went to the local pub, the dog and duck. There was an Irish session happening and we made a dance floor happen too. Spontaneous and brilliant. Like a movie.

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Dancing through cemetery sunrise. Getting my sweat on to Cumbia station.

Dancing with myself, I think of loneliness of Marsha Kent Davis As expressed on Facebook yesterday. She is in China looking for "that one". I commented that she was "that one. And I am thinking this morning what that wings. Wings is a mistranslation of means, but I like it and will leave it. Anyway, the idea of yearning, a true way or a ruse? We are already here, which you can share with yourself,. Why Is that so hard? Because biologically we are programmed to reproduce? 

Dancing in the morning seems to be one way to connect to outer universe. This is why I like radio better than album. Because universe can meet you better through spontaneity.


Shadow cross in light, light cross in shadow 





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Evening dance down Roosevelt through Woodside. Tunnel of diversity. Ziggy Pandora.

Wondering when I will become emboldened and follow new dreams.

Still the music soothes. See it in the stained glass. See it in the public house.

Singers 

Players
Weird juxtopic in store window

Thursday, September 26, 2013

114

2 semi-dances:

1. Coming back from a night full of writing. Listening to strange but obvious music of Dawn of Midi. Moving quick with the parts.

2. A long walk pushing the girls, staying with the rhythm of the music. An experiment. Not easy to fully immerse in the music but there were moments. As Sofia said afterward "it was quite an adventure."

Weird baby relief
Sunnyside girls

Treasure hunt yields gold



Shaftway

Saturday, September 21, 2013

113

Hey reggae meditation, Ziggy Marley Spotify station, uplifting and fun run on the rock jetty. The last day of summer. Squeezing the last of the zest.





Friday, September 20, 2013

112

Electro swing through the PTown cemetery. Synchronicity: someone's death on my birthday in 1883 and then voice on radio says "all the souls scattered in the ground." 






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Poem

Crystal ball 

See self upside down

See water and wires

Gypsy music

Clear gold water









Thursday, September 19, 2013

110

It's my birthday. I dance down a rock jetty like I was four or five, not 45. It is a beautiful beginning to the day and year, to the second half.
Basically...
Gull in foreground
Meta sign!
Results
Dance floor

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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A strange night of dancing with my wife At a performance artist party called Mattachine. For some reason, partly due to the tequila I think, my wife was landing Blows to my ego left and right. My dancing is predictable, showy And gay Are some of the things she says. Somehow, perhaps through years of flexing this Particular muscle I was able to enjoy dancing for the rest of the evening, even to enjoy watching her dance. it felt like a major victory. There was a time when such a litany would ruin me.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

108

Borrowed Ed's shoes to be cool.

P town pop. The wave. Groped from behind. Universe says hey. Male Ego goes ew. 

But some real dancing. Screaming human league. Bachelorette parties with little top hats.