Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

things yr gonna do


  • start a workshop series
  • host movie night
  • host writing group
  • host salons
  • host art hours
  • make an installation show
  • write a script
  • make a zine
  • publish an essay
  • release an album
  • tour a show
  • write a biography
  • Tuesday, September 29, 2015

    (found mind-mapping notes from Acorn, fall 2015)

    create new + better culture

    learn to dance again
    learn to write (creative non-fiction)
    learn to build puppets
    learn art history
    learn animation
    theatre

    DIY archivist / folklorist
    -document ephemeral culture and dying culture
    -oral histories, folk traditions

    be a better clown
    unlearn
    learn new histories
    tell untold stories
    -write historical fiction movie scripts
    -animate with morgan
    vaudeville revival / traveling variety show
    make zines
    write letters
    anachronism - move backward from electronics + technology

    Monday, November 05, 2007

    train

    when I catch that smell I smile instantly
    I remember that I am breathing
    layers of dried sweat, sex, acrylic, liquor, dirt
    tell the story of these last few train hops
    open, the wind and rain and elements
    kick at your frame, jammed into a train
    the whistle blows and I think of your face
    (and they've got a warrant out for your arrest,
    you can't go back to Texass)
    smiles and smell and stories to tell
    me about these days' journey home
    is where you are
    laying your head in my lap
    burying my face in your overalls
    realizing my fullness, swoon
    to the moon and sing sweet
    like the ground herbs you take in your tea
    so adventure stained all your clothes
    but not me
    was left there at the yard
    as it emptied, smoke coloring my hair,
    the hungry black monsters pulled you away
    I smell my self to conjure you
    but it's just not the same
    I am too sweet and small,
    you are gone too many trains away
    sometimes I think I smell you in the wind,
    or in the heaving crowd at punk shows
    when I catch that smell I smile instantly
    I can only breathe