the screening of "a bird in hand: thirteen postcards from paris" on friday night at northwestern university was quite a lovely success. a rousing, happy, almost astonished response to the "brilliance" of the images and the "perfect union" between word, music, and image. we all left the recital hall quite elated, buoyed up and ready to work more .work with faith and vigor. again, at the screening, the revelation that the work is sound and much appreciated . .now to entrench ourselves in the potency of it and keep it going . . thank you eddie for allowing us to share in your amazing music recital .what astonishing work--the music that spins the planets! then yesterday, the news that richard labonte's positive review showed up in the lambda book review . .hoorah! and billy boy's delightful card in the post with congrats on the book and best regards. it feels good to be seen.
i took a nap this afternoon and in a sort of stupor, between dream and wakefulness, I gasped, I felt, well, so much older (okay george michael!) but really, the silence, the passing of time . .as though i could sense myself being carried down a river . .then i heard a song on the radio that took me back to what seemed like ten lifetimes ago . .what is this strange space. .this quiet that says you must love, be in the now and abandon control and trust, fall into your own time, love, love with everything. no time to waste . .onward!
