Fin: Le La La La Love

Ok. I cannot believe that it has been months since the last post. The uninterrupted stream of days have melded together into a mono-month. Where did May go?

Piecing this together...

Where was I?
-APs full throttle
-c.k. williams called :)
-Breadloaf -- gorgeous mountains of Vermont
-Fin. (le finales)
-Virgins Concert (w. Lissy Trullie & Anya Marina) [pics to come]
-Pace Movie set
-A beloved ballet teacher of mine, Martha Mahr, passed away:
http://www.miamiherald.com/news/obituaries/story/1088388.html
-xlr8r w. aether:
http://www.xlr8r.com/mp3/2009/06/drama-free-feat-hanae-miller
-SYTYCD (vote, if you can, for jeanine)
-breakthrough volunteerwork
-Sackstein concert
-hettich envir. writing class
-endless summer escapades

more fleshing out to come, as will the details..
I vowed not to make this a personal indulgent place of my mundane activities, but woe to the extroverts of the world.

Unspeaking of which, I'm worried about Iran:
http://current.com/items/90206246_shots-fired-at-huge-iran-protest.htm

& the fact that the national media picked up an absurdly stupid interview about D-list celebrities, while not bothering to elaborate on the rest of the world...

our detachment is often a bit frightening.
And yet we follow these stories with such avid interest, is it a bit sick?
I can't even tell anymore.

Persephone & Haiti: Pulitzer News

A very deserved congratulations goes out to Patrick Farrell--one of our own, a Miami Heralder--who just won the Pulitzer for Photography. This photo, after reviewing Giotto for art history, was particularly moving. The full article can be accessed here. I also cannot wait to read Merwin's poetry, as well as Elizabeth Strout's Olive Kitteridge, which, based on the title alone, cannot help but conjure up a mental picture of a feminist Dickens' Twist.

In Other News:

Also, isn't the Twitter boom astonishing? I mean, the very fact that I just dedicated a sentence in my blog to it acts as further evidence to the phenomenon. Okay, okay, I got one. Eek. I like it for NYTimes updates and keeping track with Music whereabouts, as well as certain lit mags. And somehow I feel the need to redeem myself..

APs are coming up.. thus, delays are in store.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo
-T.S. Eliot

however, currently, "Michelangelo" can be substituted with the very appropriate "prom", which I am missing for a trip to Vermont... mixed feelings.

Hope you all have a particularly frustration-less week!
(as a counterbalance to mine)

Robert Whitman

Postmodernist performer--Robert Whitman:

Watch this:
American Moon

I was absolutely mesmerized, wrote a song for two hours after.
New Collab Project idea? Ask artists to write music for/from that. Listen to result.

Unfortunately, Whitman, due to the temporary nature of the medium, has been pretty much wiped off the art history radar for even the more cultured drama/art-fiends.

Resurrection in store? I wouldn't be surprised.

Avril, April!

Firstly, happy national poetry month.

L. S. P. 23, Deborah Luster

I recently read a fascinating article about the Deborah Luster (photographer) and C.D. Wright (poet) collaboration at P O E T R Y's website:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/04/one-big-self-finding-the-noble-vernacular-cd-wright-deborah-luster/#more-1874

More: Wright/Luster
http://jacketmagazine.com/15/cdwright-iv.html

Here is an video interview with Luster:
http://blog.nola.com/dougmaccash/2008/01/photos_of_louisiana_prisoners.html

Here are more of Luster's photos:
http://www.edelmangallery.com/luster.htm
http://cds.aas.duke.edu/exhibits/hand&eyeobs.html


From "Dear Dying Town"

"Mack trapped a spider
Kept in a pepper jar
He named her Iris
Caught roaches to feed her
He loved Iris
When Iris died
He wrote her a letter."

--Wright



Is it truth mangled with words, and the rest of its burned flesh?
Set to decay, what personable qualities of slow boiling, and how our thoughts move in this heat.

This just might do nobody any good

I'm surprised that this doesn't get publicized more often.
Or maybe it's just me, but this really resonated with me:

http://www.turnoffyourtv.com/commentary/hiddenagenda/murrow.html

This was the catalyst to the end of his anchorman career, and it also sparked the trouble between him and his CBS boss/good friend Paley.

Atomic

I think I implode under tension.

{Can we replace the pronouns with fairer substitutes: the world, you, veins, clouds...?}

Astrodienst

As the skeptical idealist type, I've never really fallen for horoscopes, until I found one for birthdates. Then, it got strange; it was impeccably detailed, but seemed to describe me in oddly intimate ways. This was not a horoscope effect--which is what I like to call it--where the circumstances contrive to fit the person in afterthought. I'm not sure what to think of it now.

Then I stopped by the library today, and I had forgotten my card. The librarian had to use my birthdate to find me. There was a scroll-worthy list of several pages of people born on the same month, date, and year! (and this is probably only in my library region, as well) which makes me wonder... Say--perhaps, that there is some truth to personalities being influenced by the day you're born--are these people all like me?

I think it would be terrifying to find someone who was exactly like me. I might hate myself, or excavate a repulsive narcissism.

[EDIT{
I saw my first opera on Friday. It was beautiful.
I thought I would be anything but enchanted. Wrong.
Poetry into music.
}]