My Sunday

I woke up this morning. Body feels great. Skipping along. Inner life dancing to a tune from some kid’s show. The kettle started to whistle. “Oh,” I thought, “it’s time to make my tea.” And then… …BAM! I slammed my pinky toe into the fucking OPEN door. First thing. It hurts. Pretty bad. It’s not…

Crazy practices.

Wow. 73 days in a row. I didn’t think I had been doing my daily practices for that long. 73 days. Since April 16th, I have exercised, played guitar or piano, written, and practiced acting at least once a day. I thought to come here and just simply write about how a daily practice will…

Dark hole patch fence.

Something died in the night.I know not what it was.My heart is heavy, and that meansthat something died in the night. Was it in my dreams that something died.Did a domino fall down go boom?Was it the death of magic?Or the loss of a friend? Something died in the night.The day is not better for…

Totally exausted, and yet…

…I’m not too tired to be tired of baby games in theatre. I want to be hit with a brick so red that it shames my blood. I want to see colors so hard that my head is dented. How do you like that vicious mixing of irony and beleaguered verbal framing devices? My soul…

White boys think I want pot.

I don’t know why. I don’t know you. I don’t want that shit. My peace and quiet comes naturally. There are some folks up in a school in PA that might want some though. They’re keen on that shit after they tuck the kids into bed. Why don’t you go up there? They love cool…

Tattoos.

My friend Robert last night spontaneously shouted: “Beware of tattoos!” I’ve never liked them myself. But the other week I thought that I should seriously consider tattooing my body with some image of male and female in order to awaken the united duality that I want to grow within me. I did not tell him…

Decree; Reprieve; DiFranceeee

Here’s to Ani! Once upon a time I visited my friend in San Diego. An official sun on this world. Thankfully appreciated by all around her. But this entry is an ode to her former roommate, who played the song Decree from Ani DiFranco’s Album: Reprieve. She played that song over and over and over…

Hold it together.

Please, mam, hold it together–I can’t take another crazy event in my life.Please, lady, just keep it together–I’m really not bad, I just make mistakes. Just take a deep breath,And don’t lose your mind,Remember you mother,And how she taught you to be nice.I can’t take any more passive-aggressiveNo nothing is wrongEverything is fineI’m not pissed…

Old Blog: Purge.

If there can ever be a time when I need to purge, it is when I am up at 5am after being up for 2 hours contemplating the moves of my next day, when I imagine that in a few hours the simple actions of removing things from my office is both shameful and impossible,…

Old Blog: The changing face of sickness.

Sickness is not just symptomsSickness is not just the plagueNor the cureSickness is the door I walk throughThat separates meFrom meSickness points to deathAnd on the other side is life againBut differentNo matter how small the sneezeNor how large the cancerSickness is a passageOn me on the other is me without pain

To white skinned penis carriers:

Poof! Now you can see that you are racistsexistand classist That is the cross you bearIt is what you have inheritedAnd what has been hidden from you And no amount of denying it will shake off that crown You must come to see where what and how your inheritanceimplicates youin the misfortune of others You…

Old Blog: My horoscope courtesy of Yahoo astrology.

“To really start feeling good, you need to forgo the useless quest for perfection.” I cannot tell, as I sit here now, whether or not I am on a quest for perfection. But something about that horoscope shakes me. But does a quest for something actually require the possibility of attaining it? Really, what this…

Old Blog: Need I say…

…perhaps there was a different way… But buying a gun is possible for anyone. And sometimes, it seems to me,When one is taught how to be such a good consumer,People are better at buying their happiness,Then making friends,Or finding inner peace,Or exercising,Or… Well, really, all that we’re taught is how toBuy our wayOut. What did…

Old Blog: Oh my friends in theatre…

To my friends out thereWho truly understandWhere I am coming from Let us join handsAnd wait for the dayWhen these usurpers of die. Then let us storm the theatresAnd show the world what is. I dieasI sit in a theatregrumblingwatchingshit. Who is responsible?It is only a matter of timeBefore they dieAnd hopefully we’ll have a…