A happiness like gravity, all these blackhole emotions coming back from nowhere and I’m not explaining this well but sometimes there are moments where I’m surprised at how much, and there is a stillness that, and I wasn’t looking for but, and this is a beginning that is so,
etcetera.
Remember that time I thought I swerved too late to avoid the snake in the street and I stopped the car and you got out, assured me I missed it over and over, and I never really believed you but wanted to, I still sometimes think about that one moment.
and I know sweeter things than “you make me not want to be a complete wreck,” have been said to you, but simplicity is not truth and truth has been given a bad name, turned dull and trite by its ill-use, all bad timing and overabundance.
To be this happy, full-fledged, this has to do with you.
Big Fish Eat Little Fish
November 24, 2008
What I want from you is your blood and guts, sweat from your brow, on display, everything you have, drained and empty, show and tell, your breath should be ragged- this should be hard, pour out, slit open,
Is that too much to ask?
I believe what was said exactly was “come over and we’ll study the shit outta that homework.” Followed through on the coffee, I start typing, Chris starts reading, I look over five minutes later and he is out, dead asleep, all night study session lasting approximately twenty minutes.
“What did you do to get kicked out?”
“I don’t know. I was just trying to live my life.”
BRINGING BACK TEAM 86′D.
The exorcism of our regressions, singular transgression. A sky full of night, and a fist full of the dust in this town- birthright of desolate and barren conditions, desert heartbeat. We were born into this, take it lightly or don’t take it at all. I’m always throwing what isn’t mine to give and you take it the whole time, knowing, lets talk illusory. No no no this is concrete, look at the cracks.
“The best-known legend with which the Lapiths are connected is their battle with the Centaurs at the wedding feast of Pirithous. The Centaurs had been invited, but, unused to wine, their wild nature came to the fore. When the bride was presented to greet the guests, the centaur Eurytion leapt up and attempted to rape her. All the other centaurs were up in a moment, straddling women and boys. In the battle that ensued, Theseus came to the Lapiths’ aid. They cut Eurytion’s ears and nose off and threw him out. In the battle the Lapith Cæneus was killed, and the defeated Lapiths were expelled from Thessaly to the northwest.” http://www.mlahanas.de/Greeks/Mythology/Lapith.html
Lapith and Centaur, Parthenon Metope 440 BC
Battle of Lapiths and Centaurs, Ricci c1705
Piero di Cosmi, 1500-15
No wonder I have weird dreams.
I hope you all went to this! I met with Dan Buckley last year, and heard some pieces that were really affecting. I’m sure his developments have been impressive.
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“Jonestown opera lecture by Dan Buckley at Dinnerware Artspace
When: Thursday, Nov. 6, 7 p.m.
Where: Dinnerware Artspace, 264 E. Congress
Admission: $3 at the door, wine bar available
Contact: Daniel Buckley, dbtucson@cox.net, cell 520-260-4176
In anticipation of the 30th anniversary of the Jonestown suicide this year, Buckley will hold a lecture demonstration at the Dinnerware Artspace. Buckley will talk about the history of the cult and the events that led to its demise. He will also present various pieces he has written using the Jonestown tapes, including the string quartet he wrote for the Kronos String Quartet in the mid1990s and sketches from the upcoming opera.
On November 18, 1978 some 900-plus members of the People’s Temple of Jonestown in Guyana took their own lives, hours after some of the Jonestown commune members murdered visiting congressman Leo Ryan, newsmen and a small number of Jonestown deserters on a jungle airstrip. The event remains the largest mass suicide in modern times.
Like Richard Nixon, Rev. Jim Jones frequently kept tape recorders going to document his “great socialist experiment.” The tapes were discovered by the FBI when the bodies were recovered from Jonestown. The recordings were later released through the Freedom of Information Act.
Tucson composer Daniel Buckley has been working with the Jonestown tapes in a variety of musical settings since 1980. He is currently working in collaboration with set designer Alfred Quiroz on an opera based on the Jonestown tragedy, to be performed in November, 2010.
Why Jonestown as the subject for an opera? Jones himself said it best (quoting philosopher George Santayana) in a sign that hung directly behind his “throne” in Jonestown: “Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” The Jonestown tragedy is the best documented example of cult behavior, but there have been more since (notably the Branch Davidian/Waco group of David Koresh and the Heaven’s Gate cults), while the techniques Jones used to brainwash his followers were the same employed to get terrorists to fly into the Pentagon and World Trade Center. As operatic fodder, it’s a tale of megalomania, sexual perversion, intimidation and death, with whispers of CIA involvement and prevailing mysteries.
From 1987-2005 composer Daniel Buckley was the classical music critic for the Tucson Citizen. Since 2003 he has created video and audio content for the Citizen’s online operation, www.tucsoncitizen.com. He also writes about contemporary classical music for Stereophile Magazine.
Prior to working for the Tucson Citizen, Buckley composed music for theatre, dance, art gallery installations and concerts in Tucson. He was a pioneer of the Club Congress performance art scene, working under his own name as well as Blind Lemon Pledge and Lonesome Jack Underpants. He was also a member of the dreaded Little Dinks, and a five-year president of the now defunct Central Arts Collective art gallery. He has received grants from the Southwest Interdisciplinary Arts Fund and the Arizona Commission on the Arts.
WARNING: Language used at this lecture will reflect that of Reverend Jones and is not suitable for children.”
My polling place was at some Baptist church whose parking lot was like a goddamn minoan maze and I kept ending up at abrupt, completely illogical dead ends and Abby’s in my car trying to figure out what the hell is the deal with the parking lot and demanding I u-turn a thousand times and the whole time I’m yelling that THIS WHOLE SITUATION IS CLEARLY VOTER INTIMIDATION! REALLY SUBTLE VOTER INTIMIDATION!
And it seemed clear Obama should win, but I couldn’t help thinking “Hey remember that time Bush lost and then was president??”
http://www.fec.gov/pubrec/fe2000/prespop.htm
The ONLY benefit of the honors college is getting into classes you couldn’t handle registering for ON TIME. I am the Worst student. I still need to fit in Italian and figure out a studio class, but I have a pretty excellent schedule so far- 19th century American Art, Art History in Cinema, Gallery Management, and Greek Architecture. I only wish there was a 400 level Baroque.
completely unbeatable birthday/s, midnight at monday until halloween’s clear-cut end.
not pictured: my lovely family, mom’s homemade eggrolls and (vegetarian) crab puffs, carnival from hell, the sidewalk fiasco, and Monday, the very beginning of my birthday that was spent out of control with this boy:
Incredible present, complete with amazing albums, the best Tom Waits playlist, and Allen Ginsberg. Just one of the reasons he’s co-captain.
This birthday has been unbeatable. It is not over, don’t be fooled. More importantly:
Karen Lohse was born 21 years ago TODAY. She is the type of friend that saves coupons for oil changes for me because she knows I don’t know how to be responsible, and the type of friend that requests Halloween, dia de la los muertos, my birthday, and the two days after off from work for me, weeks in advance. We take care of each other. Astronauts forever, declaring teary love for each other in the Meetrack of all places, yesyesyes, I am lucky!
celebration continuation, resuming in 12 hours.
