Tuesday, July 6, 2010

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The Sun

Lety and I were sitting under a tree in Central Park. The leaves looked like the lane of sparkle from the sun on the sea. We laid beneath the sky as the sun hangs above the ocean with its bits of light floating on the energy it sends through the sea.

Monday, July 5, 2010

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Kept Out


I was on a stage in a plastic Knight's costume and some play was supposed to be going on but I wasn't speaking the lines as they were written; I never even considered that I may have known them; there was no attempt to speak the lines. I commented on some of the character's actions as if they were real; I related them to the real experiences of my life. I heard an audience member complain that I wasn't performing correctly, but -- as if it weren't for them but me for whom I was on the stage -- I ignored her and focused inward. I tried to see my hands but they weren't there. I lost the play because I tried to force myself to see my hands instead of accepting that they weren't there -- or that I didn't need them.



Neverland (Piano Variation in Blue) -- Jan A.P. Kaczmarek