I had a dream that I helped develop a production of Rhinoceros. The graphics used for the promotion was awesome, but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was other than it included mirror imagery.
I feel like I have this kind of exchange on a daily basis.
And you, good women, bakers of nicest bread,
blood donors. Your crumbs
choke me, I would not want
a drop of your blood in me, it is pumped
by weak hearts, perfect pulses that never
falter: irresponsive
to nightmare reality.
It is my brothers, my sisters,
whose blood spurts out and stops
forever
because you choose to believe it is not your business.
Goodbye, goodbye,
your poems
shut their little mouths,
your loaves grow moldy,
a gulf has split
the ground between us,
“We are discovering each other as a person.”-@GalG____ .
“In the aftermath you look around and see who else is still afloat and it’s the most unexpected people, and are you still on the surface? And you gradually swim together and you link up…and thank god we’re still here.” -@thecoastguy
This is amazing. The conversation has gone
in a direction which is a reminder of what we have been gifted with and as terrible as this time has been I’d never want to lose the incredible connectivity between people who I would never have met and the integrity of these relationships I am so invested in. It’s the hope…the
I’m downloading my data so I can save some precious memories and deleting my account. I will also delete my Instagram and WhatsApp accounts.
And if my tax dollars continue to be used to fund this insanity in schools, I will immigrate somewhere wise enough to at least have the sense to not pretend amongst themselves that what is happening right in front of them isn’t.