sun on the snow this a.m. today is dorothy's birthday party. i'll meet her at kopi cafe then on to exotic seafood at atlantique. i can hardly listen to k.d. lang's "invincible summer" cd without thinking of t.d. just goes to show, you're never too old for inane fantasy and erotic obsession. i woke up yesterday morning feeling so good that i had dreamed about him. then at work we chatted and made plans for a date at the irish bar. oh me. "the consequences of falling . ."
sent out "dervish" to friends yesterday ..finally. i'm determined to work on more visibility. a little progress everyday. some writing. some promotion. some hopeful prayer. mary showed me the invitiation to the premiere of the videopoem that eddie is sending out. it's gorgeous . .also terrifying. mary is thrashing about trying to meet the 2/22 deadline and we're all jittery . .nearly giddy.
i'm determined to set up a reading and videopoem screening in paris this summer. abra promised she'd assist me. i'm thinking that late july, early august is the best time. or early september perhaps. we'll see. i want to skip down to casablanca with ab to sample the food markets and the sights .. i envision much planning ahead . .
is sarah brightman's version of dido's song "here with me" better than dido's original? i keep playing it over and over . ."i cannot be, until you're resting here with me . ."
today i drank the most exquisite chinese black tea . .the tea of the emperor . .i attended the russian tea house for the czarina high tea . .beautiful red rose china and pots of steaming brew . ..an elegant trio of layered plates filled with crumbly scones, lemon curd, strawberry jam and devonshire cream, then cucumber and egg salad finger sandwiches, salmon and cavier on a folded crepe, cocoa brownies and walnut napoleans for dessert . .divine! question: will i be able to sleep with all this caffeine running through my veins?
it's coming . .i can feel it ..some sort of shift . .some renunciation of the common. i am already flirting again with love on the lam. i can feel myself tempted by all the little love songs i hear. there are red hearts and cut out cupids in all the store windows. and my chest thumps and my own ticker aches. st. valentine behind bars. am i a target for little eros with his bow and arrow. i could not be more ready. let it be intoxicating beyond return. let it be permanent. let me lose control . .enter the depths . .sink
mary and joel and mike are scrambling to make a deadline for the new video poem. i'm crossing my fingers for a premiere at northwestern university . .then on to the film festivals . .and a literary cabaret showcase perhaps . .we'll see. oh mercury . .turn around . .
