January 2011
“By the grace of reality and the nature of life, man – every man – is an end in...”
“EARTH is HEART, and ART is in the HEART of EARTH, forever.”
Make me love you;
simple. easy. & piece of cake.
You want me to like you? Love you even?
Give me shivers. Write me music in minor keys. Sing to me. Call me yours. Blow on my ear, or just barely touch my neck. Simple, right? There’s more you can do! Speak a different language to me. Take me out of my comfort zone.
I’m gonna tell more about this later. Lost mah mojo.
Once upon a time...
I wore a size 10 blue dress dress to a “large-than-life” sized Ball. My flute spoke to me in more than music. He told me, no, commanded that I go with a certain saxophonist. No doubt, I was naïvely drawn to the boy like a moth sensing heat from the artificial sun. “Could you imagine dating him?” someone had said. I find myself forgetting what I said in response. I...
“All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each...”
