The Rage in Placid Lake

An Aussie movie I fell in love with.

mystery box

More Arthur Ganson

I am in awe of the play, simplicity and complexity of this artist. Top of my inspirational list.

...time...

There are things in life with time and things that exist without.
We occupy ourselves with the things with time and hope for those without.

A taste of Medea

Here is a photo from the production I am currently. I'm the lavender one on the right.

"All The Love for the President-Elect" by Suzan-Lori Parks

U Being U
Mr. President-Elect
Makes me wanna get MY stuff
correct

I feel like starting with something RADICAL
Like,
Love my Neighbor
Like share what I've got
Like think for myself
Like ask the hard questions
Like lean toward the good and help keep the peace

U being U
Makes me wanna do something new
Like Go Green, or at least try to.

You being you, Mr. President-Elect
Makes me want to look on others with respect
Makes me wanna
practice Radical Inclusion, you know,
Open my heart wide, especially in the presence of folks who
Are not like me, you know,
work to see my Brother
In the Other
You make me want to entertain all my far-out ideas
Make me wanna represent the race, as in the human race,
And know that, like You, I too am Prized.

And to those who say yr a Magic Negro,
I love them just the same
And my love helps us weave a United States.

Mr. President,
Heaven sent
Since heaven is just a place where possibility
becomes possible
And where hostility
holsters
its hostile,
I feel like picking up the trash in the park or on the beach
I think I'll teach, and learn, from all I meet
I think I'll apologize in person for all our faults
and try to make amends for our shortcomings
And also, I think,
I'll brag,
Just a little bit,
About how cool We The People are

Oh, I just had to sing you a little something
Because you,
Mr. President,
You are embarking with Us on an awesome and beautiful
And potentially perilous journey
And so I am giving you
All the Love
All the Love
All the Love
All the Love
Mr. President
That I've got
Because I believe
In the dream
And I am ready
To wake up
And live it.

-- Suzan-Lori Parks

Obama and the Arts

Here is an article about Obama and his policies on the arts.

http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601088&sid=ap7gUJzSjIYs&refer=muse

A flood of newness

I'm quite happy with my country tonight.
What a great time to be back in the states.
People in my neighborhood are celebrating and screaming in the street.
Everyone is laughing and crying.

THough half of the country may be dismayed,
it is quite an achievement that this night has occured.

Smiling Inside

Today, walking to work in the underground
I passed by a girl with a blue "Save Britney" t-shirt
with a red and white "Vote Obama" pin attached to her chest.
The frivolity and sincerity made me smile inside.

Arthur Ganson Sculpture Machines

http://www.arthurganson.com/quicktimes/Artichoke_One.mov

Check this out. It's spellbinding.

very interesting BBC Documentary

Sunday Afternoon

Sitting in my living room with a cup of coffee, bagel, and reading a a book,
I hear a car horn honk to the tune of the Godfather.
The first five nine notes repeatedly.
I am in New York.

Inspired by Edison in Love

Okay, so I post other people's poetry because, well, it's beautiful and wholesome. This is the first time I am posting my own. I'm putting it out there and so...uhm.....yeah....

it seems I speak better in poetry and
understand the comfort of impossibility through it.
For those who have been loved to, in a certain way,
and decided to give all your love anyway.
To the dolls and the whores,
the housewives and the mistress,
the ones who cared impossibly hard
with no shadow of reciprocity,
But mostly to those who get on with
the disaster of the aftermath,
Feel newer each day.

Edison in Love, by Robin Ekiss

Thomas Edison loved a doll
with a tiny phonography inside
because he made her speak.

Is there any other reason
to love a woman? Did she say
the ghost of my conception

or something equally demure?
It's hard to be sure how he feels
when he holds me, I fall apart.

I'm projecting here. He didn't feel
her first transgression
was in having no expression.

Rene Descartes, too, traveled alone
with a doll-in-a-box
he called his daughter. Francine,

Francine... is it better to be silent
and wait for everything
we were promised?

Or should we love them back,
the way a train loves its destination,
as if we have the machinery necessary for it?

Crumple and the Ixits

This is my final project. It's film so something gets lost in the cross over, but it will give you a taste of the piece.