I took some video of the Evan Kennedy/Jackqueline Frost/David Brazil reading-performance at Canessa Gallery last night. My iPhone video lasted for 40 glorious minutes of this 60 minute glorious performance. By all accounts, including mine, truly magical and special. Check it out below...
written last night in my journal, radiator, "repaired" bullet holes, helicoptors, Sappho, the party days are over but the party's not:
….beginning----------looks like I need the
tiny Greek dictionary blue-bound near the couch. the furnace radiator hisses
& spits demands attention as I see my reflection near the patched-up old
bullet hole in our bay window. beyond downtown Oakland & its array of
mysterious helicoptors. they seemed to appear at Occupy and never go away. more
likely, i began to NOTICE helicoptors during Occupy & haven’t unnoticed
them. should I translate Sappho o-so-translated, but I want to be a part
of/with her. she’s calling me (out). need to re-up my flagging Greek.
“Accomplish, accomplish. You
be my ally”O, Sara, would you just
a chair floor or bathtub
just hear me sing ----------right. I got some new pens and they’re
listening and they’re not the ones but I am the one changing the photos of me
on the internet
because the party days are over but the
I'm reading a book, The Meaning of Aphrodite (Paul Friedrich), albiet I'm reading slow, as I keep pulling other books onto my desk too, like The Women Incendiaries (Edith Thomas), which I'm re-reading (about the women of the Paris Commune) and Yoga Morality (Georg Feuerstein) and I Have Become Alive (Swami Muktananda). Is there ever enough time to read everything? I can never stay in the hot water of the bathtub long enough.