Open the door
Sit down
Drive me close
Tell me where
Your hands roam
I'm all ears
One eye
Tell me where
Your laugh lives
Ride this road
'Till fall
Our high fears
Step on it
Elevate
Pull the sword
My lantern
My lover
Becoming
Through the wound
Kiss the bell
Forehead chime
Cups full
Round night
Uncovered
Across you
Lay, Lady
Lady, Lay
Strength say
Why wait
Any longer
Open the door
Sit down
Take your place

Labels: “Do I dare?”, appearance, artform, notice the sign, spoken word, titles

Allô ! sacrement.

C’est long.
Un tunnel de fille.
Pense-y. Ça prend du temps.

Pense loin.
Je ne cherche pas.
C’est le mal vu qui se montre à moi.

Le silence.
Pourquoi pas ?
Mais l’écriture de la faute se fait sans dire un mot.

Je veux écrire Simon Charles.
Mais j’attends.
Je ris.
Elle n’a pas vu l’erreur que tu est.

Labels: “Do I dare?”, echo, jargon, must i say what this is, there is no ship like championship

On one side
a pile of papers

Labels: “Do I dare?”, alarming truthness, artform, debate, festival, music

Labels: “Do I dare?”, echo, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, To a person who never returned to the world

I first wanted to post this on someone else’s blog as a comment but thought, in the end, better not. Better not add my rant to a stranger’s home. Because that person might not want to hear about it and I don’t want to upset anyone. Assuming that nobody wants to be disturbed.

Today, talking about misfortunes, I spun jokes about how, when you lose your marbles, drop a puzzle box or your groceries, when everything falls down around you, often, you will take a second or two to watch it unfold until you realize "Well, I have to pick things up now." The people around you also take a second or two to observe, absorb and react to what just happened. Sometimes, they just stand there and watch you. But they do, I imagine, relate... They must think "Awe. I hate it when that happens!" And go on their way.

Some people might think "I could help!" So they move in and participate and the show then becomes interactive. They bend down next to you and maybe smile and help you put things back in their place. (Sometimes they find new places and it is the good kind.)

But there are many people, like me, who often think that people don’t want to interact. They don’t want to be bothered by someone they don’t watch movies with. So the world ends up being a stage. We watch, feel and sometimes flip the channel or get some chips. We walk around perceiving situations and believe (or abide) this scene cannot be altered or it is self-reliant. No wonder so many people feel alone and out of place.

I'd like you to know that if you ever see me lose my marbles, I will appreciate any help offered.

Thank you.

Labels: “Do I dare?”, experiment, love, participation, please feel secure, theory