Did I somehow think that an anniversary of some type of massacral event, some type of tragedy had taken place in these early days of November? I was sure of it, that some type of tragedy did happen...
May we consider a new shape, a shifting into new parts of ourselves. May this new shape be the shape most suited for this singular time. May we tap into the unusual and the peculiar.
This is what they said.
A play with & on sleep
like, dafuq?
If we are doing the work, not just for ourselves, but for those on the other side, mustn’t we take heed, in the best of our work, that we ensure arrival, a safe arrival of the essence...
Would that you tell this story. Would that you sing this song.
What is your artistic lineage? Who has influenced you, your work? What pieces, artists are models for you?
In this last week of October, of what are you taking note?
What would you feed yourself? How might you sustain thy spirit when thy body is long gone?
a moonday poem.
