reading sam shepherd's plays now. curse of the starving class, buried child, the tooth of crime. these things were new and so are new and care only for themselves. really outstanding artistry and a true voice. not shackled to objective truth but rather made free by honesty. there is a difference.
making plans for the summer. a month of meetings in the pacific northwest with mountain biking and hottubbing wedged in whereever it will fit. then it is back and into the work of staging the bald soprano and creating thomthom(if that bird won't sing)
feeling inspired by people who feel inspired. not so interested in sitting around tearing people down, would rather fly up and up and out of self and into something altogether small simpler grander and more real.
the cats are skulking around on the porch but i won't let them in. too bad for them, born muffin and vinny.
ok ok ok I will go read some more now.
did I mention that I finished the raymond carver and it made me want to cry by being so complete?
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