Here it is, the whole dramatic arc.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Down Steinway into a stretch I call Hookah-ville, a thousand people of all walks of life streaming by. Everybody is behind the veil of anonymity but I can still feel the flavor of the world in micro here.
Then into an AT&T store for a new SIM card. A girl name Ydania helps me. She is Dominican and so we talk about Junot Diaz. At one point I say something that makes Ydania blush and smile and there I am behind the veil.
Friday, May 23, 2014
This morning danced to Cat Empire's second album. Very good though not as good as their first. This band was a recent transmission (recommendation) from my brother Jeremy. Apparently my nephew Kai's favorite band.
I was remembering my Conversation with Chris Cobb as I danced, about how he runs marathons for the end goal of living longer, not for pleasure. he says he does not get a runner's high. Very Buddhist. This made me think the way Eddie Berrigan is a copy editor for the end goal of the paycheck, no need for pleasure in the job.
All of this makes me wonder about my own constant desire for pleasure. I think: I'm a slave to pleasure. Slave of pleasure.
It could be a title. Slave of Pleasure.
But I mean it is just SO pleasurable.
Today only had a half hour to dance but fully fell into the flow.
Maybe nothing to say about it. Except I got a good workout, felt some good music and got a good picture. All for keeps.
A perfect pic Matthew's birthday, popping up out of beck cake, like a devil's haircut
Monday, May 19, 2014
Want to wait so long
Want to wait so long
I would by Italian movies we want to feel so possible.
I translated by technology into POETRY scared
To switch back to prose
Stop for a sun salutation. Of the open position radiating out from the center son. Rusty neon.
Then sending all the way down my eyelids deep purple lavender.
Dealing on the way hope you must of been like to come off all on the flight was fine for him and his wife.
Then thinking on my way back up what it must have been like for the first reaches up from all four, defying gravity, first flight.
You are free. The hands are free.
Full throated song
Thank God it's Monday!
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Terrasonic 5/17 sent me around the track at Doughboy Park, past the Hindi in the magnificent purple and yellow sari smiling beautifically, past the 9 year old Korean girl cruising on her skateboard, lifting off on wings of music but keeping to the circle through centrifugal force. Then home hefting the cotton tails high as if there was a new kind of Olympics in the hood.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
More than anything goes!
Everything must go!"
5/9/14, 99 and Barry show, KGNU.
At one point I am dancing wildly and an arm shoots up to the music. Out of the corner of My eye, behind a mausoleum, I see an arm go up. It is startling. After a moment I realize it is a groundskeeper, waving. He thought I was waving to him.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Friday, May 9, 2014
This Morning danced to Morris Day and the Time's ice cream castles and the best of the James gang (side 2 a masterpiece) phenomenal dance with Sofia while AnaLucia napped. Both albums I bought yesterday at Stray on Skillman for four dollars. Best of times.