Oct 9, 2006
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.WS
Oct 1, 2006
East coast craving
Fall makes me think of art openings, the Met and, hanging out at the Plaza Hotel (before it closed) and Central Park. But, this year fall has me thinking about New Haven of all ghastly places to be memorialized in my mind.
it is like this, certain places and people can raise your IQ by about 50 points-for me it is the old Yale locales; the drama school, the Rep, the British, the Art Gallery and the brilliant lectures and incredible zeitgeist. It's been 20 years since I left the east coast, after a horrible break-up and, this is the first time I profoundly miss it.
I miss New England and I miss walking through the Met. And, I miss the theater.
I really miss the art experiences. An art experience is an amazing journey- transported into an artist's world (pick your artist carefully.) For example, Claude Lorrain,,,every line, every brush stroke is part of my art experience...surreal... the art experience is a transcendence to god.
On another note, California has become intellectually vacuous, particularly here in shit town, Alameda, it is too flat, dirty and boring for me right now.
it is like this, certain places and people can raise your IQ by about 50 points-for me it is the old Yale locales; the drama school, the Rep, the British, the Art Gallery and the brilliant lectures and incredible zeitgeist. It's been 20 years since I left the east coast, after a horrible break-up and, this is the first time I profoundly miss it.
I miss New England and I miss walking through the Met. And, I miss the theater.
I really miss the art experiences. An art experience is an amazing journey- transported into an artist's world (pick your artist carefully.) For example, Claude Lorrain,,,every line, every brush stroke is part of my art experience...surreal... the art experience is a transcendence to god.
On another note, California has become intellectually vacuous, particularly here in shit town, Alameda, it is too flat, dirty and boring for me right now.
Sep 19, 2006
A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine -
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree
-WILLIAM BLAKE
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine -
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree
-WILLIAM BLAKE
Sep 18, 2006
I tried to save the world today...
...but no one let me...so it immediately became a slow day, at work, with my trainer and at home...
Well at home at least I have someone who encourages me to save the world...and that would be Twilight.
Who is Twilight? Twilight is the most amazing little animal on the planet right now. Twilight doesn't judge, Twilight is intelligent... has an amazing intelligence. Twilight is sensitive to the vibe around and like me...in perpetual limbo.
Well at home at least I have someone who encourages me to save the world...and that would be Twilight.
Who is Twilight? Twilight is the most amazing little animal on the planet right now. Twilight doesn't judge, Twilight is intelligent... has an amazing intelligence. Twilight is sensitive to the vibe around and like me...in perpetual limbo.
Sep 17, 2006
Sunday, lovely Sunday
It is always quiet around here on Sunday. It makes for a peaceful day in a twisted world.
Sep 16, 2006
A spineless man or what?
A year and half has past since I met Peter. A sexy middle-aged Australian adventurer who loves the water. He is charming and I was immediately attracted to him, we had chemistry, despite him being a pound-your-chest type of shvitzer.
Anyway, had he told me he was a married philanderer you wouldn't be reading this post. Well, the details are way too tedious and frankly way too dull for any reader (other than someone who loves the Jerry Springer show), so I won't get into it.
At this point, I am focused on happy happy joy joy but with the persistent and unrelenting memory haunting me (self-esteem attack) and the overwhelming weirdness of being involved with a schmuck for soo long...it is not easy.
The wife...she is duped. He pours on the charm and becomes a sycophant (channeling the guilt into an effective tool) big smile, flattery, whatever, building her bathroom in the hills and telling her what a smart girl she is... he just doesn't want to lose his possesions- now this is the behavior of a spineless creature.
As for me...I simply made a dramatic and subversive exit and currently in therapy to determine the root cause for afflicting this type of pain on myself again and again. And, yet another appalling example of my deficient judgement.
Anyway, had he told me he was a married philanderer you wouldn't be reading this post. Well, the details are way too tedious and frankly way too dull for any reader (other than someone who loves the Jerry Springer show), so I won't get into it.
At this point, I am focused on happy happy joy joy but with the persistent and unrelenting memory haunting me (self-esteem attack) and the overwhelming weirdness of being involved with a schmuck for soo long...it is not easy.
The wife...she is duped. He pours on the charm and becomes a sycophant (channeling the guilt into an effective tool) big smile, flattery, whatever, building her bathroom in the hills and telling her what a smart girl she is... he just doesn't want to lose his possesions- now this is the behavior of a spineless creature.
As for me...I simply made a dramatic and subversive exit and currently in therapy to determine the root cause for afflicting this type of pain on myself again and again. And, yet another appalling example of my deficient judgement.
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