or, my life in the circus
For my money, getting on is the best part.
Her one fiery eye
slices through the night;
You can feel the fire in her belly,
her black diesel breath is crawling down your nostrils.
The dragon passes.
It’s black; you run alongside; heart kicking madly; you grab hold;
you leave the earth.
The rattle, boom, bang of the big wheel
pounding the rail
is like two lovers’ impassioned kiss,
repeated again and again with ardent fervor,
and forgotten.
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this newsletter is late. i’ve been at the lake doing nothing for a week. it’s been good. now i’m in DC on an extra-long layover (the weekend) tooling around with some government employee friends.
got out of a funk i spent the better part of the summer working on. life at the end of the universe is strange. i’m glad ptown is there, but i was pretty unhappy there. i got a lot of thinking done, and i’m glad about that, but i don’t know if it was worth it.
been thinking about the wisdom of the four noble truths (as elucidated here) and the lack of desire. i gave lack of desire as good a go as i’ve ever given it this summer and the inner peace thing backfired like crazy. not so much inner peace as major fucking manic depression.
i didn’t get a picture of myself flipping off ptown from the final ferry ride to boston (took a ride in to boston at 1:30 in the morning instead), but i wanted one. i wanted one so bad. i’m looking forward to returning to civilisation. the real world. also, i’m looking forward to straight girls.
on my way out of town my boss at my bike monkey job (which was totally awesome) gave me a whole bunch of bike tools. which i guess makes me a bona fide bike mechanic now. i only mention it because i find it ironic and somehow significant that the only marketable job skill i learned in college was from a bunch of anarchists who never went to college.
went to boston. saw bodyworlds 2, and it’s unbelievable. it’s babylonian in the finest sense. if you get the chance you should see it.
i’ve been perfecting barry’s aphrodisiac pesto lasagna. it’s got powers. call me up if you’re trying to seduce someone.
touring was fun. all told we’ve performed the piece now on five stages, for a wide variety of audiences – gay couples, straight theatre people, straight republicans with lots of little kids, for five people, for two hundred people… you couldn’t ask for better training.
woods hole was about ninety degrees and humid, nantucket (the disney version of itself) was the outdoor vocal olympics, harwich was an actual theatre and therefore amazing.
the run at the G is up next. should be fun.
i feel like the characters have gotten a little stale and lifeless, and it’s time to reconnect with the reality of their predicaments and with a sense of play – tybalt in particular is getting a thorough overhaul.
after the G run, i’m going home for a few weeks. then moving to chicago. seems like everyone and his damn brother is going to chicago.
two friends got callbacks for OSF. that’s exciting.
didn’t make as much money as i’d have liked to, but i suppose that’s just how it goes. i think i’ve learned some things about how you run a theatre company, and how you don’t. the most important thing is to keep the work sacred. and if you lose an atmosphere of respect, that’s hard if not damn near impossible.
register all your friends to vote.
it’s real easy. GoVote.org has the goods. It takes three personal reminders before someone who wouldn’t have voted will vote. Start ticking off numbers.
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