That last post I put on Facebook as a note and have had no end of discussion about, both here and with friends back home on facebook. Interesting to see the power of words. Lots of people seem to feel the same way, so that's a start. Now, what can be DONE?
No worries about that for a bit. This afternoon I'm heading off to SPAIN. Into Barcelona, out of Lisbon, Portugal, with no plans and no needs along the way except to be in Madrid halfway through. I'm looking forward to it immensely. Expect post-age when I return!
UPDATE: the zed tickets didn't arrive, so I went ahead and ordered frequent flyers--disturbingly easy! Shame on Royal Mail. But I'm headed Spain-ward tonight (staying overnight in Heathrow--no worries, I've got a friend who is getting a room at the Heathrow Hilton (What?!) so I'll be sleeping on the floor of luxury.) Then heading to Barcelona early the next morning. Coming back from Lisbon early on the 13th. Sweet!
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Upcoming: Romeo & Juliet, Forum Theatre, Brief Interviews with Hideous Men
A Californian, a Scot, and a Shanghainese walk into a bar...
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Soft Night
silent graffiti
sprawling words stretched out on cream pink walls
spattered from on high by the seagulls
that freewheeled and caw-cawed through aharsh pink sky
still graffiti
a motionless oasis
in violence, silent. calm,
but eagerly longing for discovery:
notice me!
here! I am out of place
no whitewashed walls
a monument TO MAN’S INGENUITY
no pyramids of the metropolis
only the loving work of boys
somewhere between testament and confession
they who posses nothing
but are the property of adults
spray themselves out on other adult property
this is mine! until the paint
is covered by another layer
dogs piss at a fire hydrant
silent graffiti
crackling ground under Nikes
and from
far off
the whirr of sirens.
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