Life While-You-Wait.Performance without rehearsal.Body without alterations.Head without premeditation. I know nothing of the role I play.I only know it’s mine. I can’t exchange it. I have to guess on the spotjust what this play’s all about. Ill-prepared for the privilege of living,I can barely keep up with the pace that the action demands.I improvise, although I loathe improvisation.I trip at every step over my own ignorance.I can’t conceal my hayseed manners.My instincts are for happy histrionics.Stage fright makes excuses for… Read More »Wislawa Szymborska: Life While-You-Wait
Amber and I climbed, hiked,ok……strolled up it today. And Steve took a picture of us from his house. Can you see us? On the P? I’m in red……? (I can’t see us either) I am soo appreciating the shape time is taking on, due to Quarentine. It is luxurious. Soak it up baby! This won’t last.
he sees the color, he has no colorI look at him and I get grey in me He looks at me and he gets color in him. I look in the mirror and I feel warmer, livlier, I see youth. even beauty, sometimes. sHe gives the life she has. He has no life. sHe stayed but never arrived.