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Here’s a looksie back on the first 25% of the year that is passing by oh-so-quickly.
2009
January
Well the New Year started in a snow-storm, and included ‘House’ and chickpea casserole and cuddling with Gina and Lesley. Shabby? Not at all.
LEARNED: All about being a gym-rat. I hired a personal trainer. Like, for actual. My quest to not being so scrawny began last year.
DISCOVERED: ‘Bringing Up Baby’…Joan Baez…ok I’m a few decades behind here. And I was taken to the magnifique Comedy Bar.
SCENE STUDY: 2-part series of ‘DOGFIGHT’…I got to cuss a lot in the first one. And make-out a lot in the second, which also marked my first ‘good-bye’ scene.
SAW: ‘East of Berlin’ at the Tarragon Theatre. Droool.
FACEBOOK STATUS OF NOTE:
-meghan’s favorite customers are the charming gentlemen who pay for the newspaper and then let meghan keep them. the papers, she means.
-meghan accidentally ate the sticker off of a kiwi. twice.
-meghan is going into cardiac arrest because she just fucking talked to JUDITH THOMPSON omgomgomgomg what the what?!?!?!?!!??!?!?! FANGIRL OMG.
NEW YEAR’S EVE!
FEBRUARY
LEARNED: about my bio-siblings! Well, MORE about them.
DISLIKED: North York Hospital.
DISCOVERED: Just how difficult class was going to be on my heart.
ADVENTURED: To UTM where I was puked on by my dear Alison. No one had ever puked on me before nor have I been puked on since!
SCENE STUDY: A BEAUTIFUL MIND.
Also…’50 First Dates’…my second good-bye scene. There is about to be a trend in class of me crying and kissing.
FACEBOOK STATUS OF NOTE:
-meghan is stock-piling for her life!
-meghan is dick van dyke’s valentine
-meghan read once that craving spicy foods is a sign you are emotionally empty and need the spice to fill up. meghan eats a lot of curry after acting class
siiiiiigh
MARCH
“don’t go fighting against the spring”
LEARNED/DISCOVERED: The difference between ‘theatrical’ and ‘dramatic.’ And ‘art’ and ‘entertainment.’ Or how I personally would express this. Now when I go to see plays I think about the theatrical aspects, sets costumes lights physicality…and dramatic, the innate mythic (hopefully) STORY. Story story story. And ART, an expression of feeling, taking us to places and emotions we have been and felt before, and entertainment, which in contrast is an escape from reality. Escaping versus facing.
SAW: ‘Ubuntu’ at the Tarragon…which is what got the conversation of theatre vs. drama going in the first place. ‘Poor Boy’ aka Zuppa Theatre came to Toronto and brightened my life.
ALSO Rebecca Higgs at the Horse Shoe…epic frigging fantastic amazing.
DISLIKED: Epic nights of insomnia. TORONTO. I got reeeaaall mad with the city. And real home-sick.
ADVENTURED: To ImpromTuesday, a drop in class at the Second City. Kayla Lorette was teaching, fucking rad. It was my first time doing any sort of improv in a long time. I liked.
SCENE STUDY: 2nd pass of ’50 First Dates’…first work of ‘AMERICAN BEAUTY’…finally, a FUN scene and I don’t have to kiss anyone! Plus this lead to the friendship of Bianca and I. Rad.
FACEBOOK STATUS OF NOTE:
-meghan is trying to figure out what pair of underpants to wear in front of her scene study class today
-meghan – oh soy bacon, you are my only friend
-meghan is wishing for the dick van dyke to her mary tyler moore
here’s something that happened in march!
APRIL
SAW: Fiona Reid improvise a Tennessee Williams play with 2/3 of The National Theatre of the World. Pardon me? Your life sucks and my life is amazing? Yes. That’s what I thought you were saying. Oh, Fiona Reid, no one can compare to your Martha in ‘Who’s Afraid’.
SAW: UM OH I ONLY JUST SAW KRISTEN THOMSON PREFORM ‘I, CLAUDIA’…fucking…unreal…
ADVENTURED: To ImpromTuesday once more. This time we did long-form. Matt Baram sort of kicked our asses. I improvised giving birth to Frederic’s still-born baby.
APRIL was also the month in which Amanda, Skye and I sat in Fran’s for 10 hours.
DISCOVERED: SYLVIA PLATH POETRY. I had read a few before but in April I bought her complete poems…Life hasn’t been the same since.
LIKED: Kim visiting me!!! There was never more wine drank in my apartment than that glorious 4 days. Best night of all: Frederic and Raquel coming over while she was there. Good good night. ALSO LESLEY CAME TO VISIT…so many shades of necessary! (Necessary?!)
SCENE STUDY: First work of “White Oleander”…and then my partner left class. I’d love to do that scene again…OH! YEAH! Then I did “Hard Candy” which was my first POWER SCENE. Oh…and the GOOD-BYE SCENE FROM HELL…”Good Will Hunting.” The flightiest fight for my life. When I think back on that scene I just see Kit’s arms, his back, his angry angry eye…glass shattering, a shoe flying, and then I stop remembering and feel like weeping all over again.
FACEBOOK STATUS OF NOTE:
-meghan – torturing pedophile, brb
-meghan gets weepy about a club foot, laughs into her wine glass thus the wine explodes into her eyes, then gets on the street car really late
-meghan is the only person who could show up at the gym having forgotten her socks.
The Stones
By Sylvia Plath
This is the city where men are mended.
I lie on a great anvil.
The flat blue sky-circle
Flew off like the hat of a doll
When I fell out of the light. I entered
The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.
The mother of pestles diminished me.
I became a still pebble.
The stones of the belly were peaceable,
The head-stone quiet, jostled by nothing.
Only the mouth-hole piped out,
Importunate cricket
In a quarry of silences.
The people of the city heard it.
They hunted the stones, taciturn and separate,
The mouth-hole crying their locations.
Drunk as a foetus
I suck at the paps of darkness.
The food tubes embrace me. Sponges kiss my lichens away.
The jewelmaster drives his chisel to pry
Open one stone eye.
This is the after-hell: I see the light.
A wind unstoppers the chamber
Of the ear, old worrier.
Water mollifies the flint lip,
And daylight lays its sameness on the wall.
The grafters are cheerful,
Heating the pincers, hoisting the delicate hammers.
A current agitates the wires
Volt upon volt. Catgut stitches my fissures.
A workman walks by carrying a pink torso.
The storerooms are full of hearts.
This is the city of spare parts.
My swaddled legs and arms smell sweet as rubber.
Here they can doctor heads, or any limb.
On Fridays the little children come
To trade their hooks for hands.
Dead men leave eyes for others.
Love is the uniform of my bald nurse.
Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.
The vase, reconstructed, houses
The elusive rose.
Ten fingers shape a bowl for shadows.
My mendings itch. There is nothing to do.
I shall be good as new.
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“Agh, I dropped my clip-on earring in the sink!”
Me: I’m not sure what the play is about…I think it’s like, these people are penpals and they really love each other but they don’t know that in real-life they ALSO know each other, and they’re enemies. I can’t remember if that’s what the play is about , or if that was an idea someone had, or –
Scott: – Isn’t that “You’ve Got Mail” ?
That reminds me of the time I told my boyfriend in grade 11 I had my shoes stolen off my feet…I really believed it when I said it…but seconds later realized that actually DIDN’T happen to me, that it happened on “Sex&the City”…
“I really hate it when people get my goat.” -Kelsey
“Tennessee Williams got fat. Too bad, he was a good looking gay.” -Vee
“Do you know what I’m having for a snack right now? Apple sauce, granola, and water. See what you’ve done to me? Thanks a lot.” -Vee
“I HOPE I DIE IN THE MAZE!” -Skye, whilst reinacting guilting her boss at an amusment park because she was in trouble for taking too long of a break. (She was having an asthma attack for God’s sake!)
“This business makes the mafia look like kindergarten.” -Jock
(Jenna is wearings jeans with rips at the knees)
Jock: (in the middle of analysis work, turns to her) Do you pay to have your jeans look like that?
Jenna: Why, do you want a pair?
“Life isn’t terrible!”
“Get out of your head, and into all of you.”
MyYen: Give the mug to your mother! She carried you for 9 months!
Me: Actually, I was adopted.
MyYen: You should still give it her.
Me: Yeah…she did have to drive to the adoption agency to pick me up.
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The worst part of my day is usually biking home after going to the gym. The gym is located in the basement of a huge building, filled with many restaurants, bakeries, and a whole food court. How is that fair, life? How? Why did you put the gym under the movie theatre that always smells like delicious popcorn?
Plus on my route home I have to bike past that new poutine restaurant.
—
Dear boys that work at Film Buff,
You are so, so cute. And always able to make me chuckle, giggle, blush, or smirk. But why were you so mean to me last time I was in? Were you weirded out by my yoga pants, bike helmet, and the fact I rented ‘Diner‘? I can’t always be wearing nice dresses and renting Katherine Hepburn movies. Katherine Hepburn is way more intimidating then Kevin Bacon, by the way!!
Were you upset because when you pointed and said the movie I was looking for was by Clint Eastwood’s face, I didn’t know which row to look? Did you assume I don’t know who Eastwood is and then decide to judge me?
You are crazy, attractive FilmBuff boys! Perhaps you were disappointed because my cute step-sister wasn’t with me this time? I don’t know what it was, but you were inexplicably short with me, and I didn’t appreciate your tone. It made you not so high on the hot-schedule.
Please go back to being charming and helpful next time I come in. Which may be soon – I need a Garbo fix.
Yours,
Meghan.
—
A few Thursdays ago, I was cycling home from class, over the DVP bridge, when a fellow biker pulled up beside me to say, “You’re an amazing biker! You own that road bike! I was behind you thinking wow, she’s really fast and she’s wearing jeans and hilarious 80’s flats but you seriously own it!”
I told him it was my first road bike and he said “Well, you really know how to ride. You have amazing leg speed!”
Thank you kind sir.
—
Dream analysis tells me my dreams have been saying this:
“You’re feeling exposed, or forced into a vulnerable situation in real life somehow…someone is crossing your boundaries, taking advantage of you, or “intruding” on your life somehow in real life.”
I’ve had dreams that represent “the health and well-being of [my] mind, body, or spirit—especially through cleansing and releasing of the old, decaying, or toxic elements in your life” but that the “cleansing and releasing outdated or toxic thoughts, emotions, beliefs, judgments, or physical toxins or decay” needs more attention. I am also apparently “thinking about a frank, straightforward interaction with someone in [my] life.”
This was all from the Curious Dreamer, which reminded me “the subconscious mind may not see much difference between a seeing a person in the media and talking to them in person.”
—
NEW LIFE GOAL: become the Lady GaGa of Canadian Theatre.
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I like this:
most tweeted words
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My scene for this Thursday’s class is from The Royal Tenenbaums. Parfait. I’m Margot Tenenbaum. The adopted daughter/playwrite. OOOHHH WAAAIT A MINUTE.
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I want this song to be a tattoo on my body.
(blue, songs are like tattoos?)
Filed under: sbux, toronto, Uncategorized, video | Tags: 30 rock, artists, femfest, honey&jupiter, meryl streep, steve martin, tarragon, who's afraid?, winnipeg
FemFest Final Night…aiiieee…I left Winnipeg outrageously excited about what I have created and inspired to make it even better. And I know with effort, time, and patience something magical is bound to happen. The hard part about H&J is how physical the show is…me sitting at my laptop typing and re-re-re-re-reading away isn’t the same. But that’s ok!! More workshops and time and money, plz!
I was e-mailed some audience feedback (these were all done through answering survey questions):
“good acting, good topics, media literacy oriented”
“the actors were excellent and the play was meaningful”
“it was great”
“The performance was excellent – really well done”
“definitely a topic that is affecting MANY families in Winnipeg”
“very well acted”
““Honey and Jupiter” should be shown in High Schools for grades 8-12”
(to which i say, can you fund it please????)
I saw Meryl Streep speak at the ROM 3 weeks ago…pretty effing dreamy…”if you’re lucky [the audience] feels with you, and that is the great miracle of empathy. we want to feel that somebody feels how we feel.”
You said it, M’Streep.
2 weeks ago I saw Steve Martin w/ The Steep Canyon Rangers at Roy Thompson Hall, which was incroyable, and his final encore was a blue-grass version of KING TUT, so life won about 9 million points that evening for being so delightful.
LOOK HERE IT IS:
I was hired back to my old Sbux mere seconds after walking in to ask for my job back. I know it’s only coffee and only a part-time job but I am so happy to be back there…I covered a shift on Sunday and it felt good. Today was my last crummy shift as a busser and I nearly ran out the door once I clocked out. Adieu, job that makes me want to Virginia Woolf myself!
Speaking of…saw “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” at SoulPepper last week. Favorite play. So much to watch. It wasn’t satisfying so I re-read most of it the next day. But I saw Fiona Reid play Martha so I’m a picky lady. Plans to direct this show in about 20 years remain. Stay posted in 2 decades for details.
HOWEVER…“The Drowning Girls” at Tarragon is probably the best thing I have ever seen – highly theatrical, visually and scenically appealing, strong and charming and intense and fascinating and funny and sad and epic and light….amazing. No words.
Alright…I have to sleep, gym, lunch, write, clean, laundry, and screenwriting class…so farewell. I leave you with this:
ANOTHER SUCCESSFUL INTERACTION WITH A MAN!!
lemon, out!
Filed under: halifax, toronto | Tags: artists, beginnings, femfest, halifax, luna/sea, magnetic north, mauralealee, mirv, vulnerability, win, winnipeg, work
This afternoon I had a very unique and interesting experience. I sat in on a forum discussion/focus group between what I believe to be many prominent Winnipeg theatre artists and Ken Cameron of the Magnetic North Theatre Festival. It opened up my eyes to how similar Winnipeggers and Haligonian writers, directors, creators, feel. We’re from small cities that DO produce great work, yet are clearly underrepresented when our country’s theatre world is being defined. The sense I gathered was, artists feel isolated and unappreciated by larger cities. Example: If something amazing happens in Toronto, everyone knows about it. But what about exciting things like FemFest (did you know women can write plays, too??) which is all Female, Canadian work (not just Peggers) or Luna/Sea’s BRILLIANT “To Capture Light” in May 2008? Ask someone in Toronto about THOSE!
I’m not meaning to point fingers at the Tdot because I live there now and I thoroughly enjoy heading out to shows and festivals there. It is an inspiring and exciting city. I am pointing all of my fingers at all of us, I guess? I had no idea the theatre community in the Prairies so closely resembled the one by the ocean’s shore…because I have never been here obviously and have never met anyone from here in Halifax, or Toronto. (Save Hope, AD of Sarasvati Productions, who pretty much rocks my world for giving me the yes my show needed and bringing me here and putting on a kick-ass festival…OH and Lee and Mauralea who taught me in Halifax, but by the time they taught me they had been away from Winnipeg for many years and living in NS.)
Blather, I am rambling. YES we all need to embrace our individual cities, cultures, provinces, etcetera. But my GOD it is just THEATRE can’t we all get along, and be friends?? Our challenge now is finding a way to perhaps tour more shows, or generate audiences from across the country, bringing people to where they would love to be, …or maybe more time can be spent workshopping and delving into pieces, brightening them up, polishing them off and getting scripts mounted across the country…
‘Hey Ottawa, check out this cool show out of Sackville, NB! Hey Calgary, check out this amazing Toronto improv group! Whaddup Winnipeg, here’s a pretty rad show from Halifax. Oh hey, St. John’s, have this new-age technical experiment piece from Vancouver.” ETCETERA ETCETERA.
How, how, how can we stop pitting cities against each other, and instead transfuse theatre from one place to the next? To CONNECT our whole COUNTRY, to stop feeling immobile, or like we all have to be in Toronto, or shunning out other cities or isolating ourselves to one spot like an angsty teenager who locks themselves in their room? IT’S ART, IT’S THERE TO MAKE LIFE LESS BLAND AND DULL AND HORRIFYING. Do we not create theatre to connect, to escape, to reflect, to FEEL LESS ALONE? I felt today that the artists in Manitoba want to share their work with other people (not just other artists) the same way the people of Nova Scotia do, the way many small-but-mighty groups probably feel. And shouldn’t we be open and welcoming to the things that come from far away?
Dear everyone in Canadian Theatre,
treat others the way you would like to be treated.
Dear Winnipeg,
you guys rock my world.
Dear anyone who read this,
I realize it’s just a lot of questions and pretty non-sensical. I’m running on tofu and peanut butter m&ms and so not enough sleep.
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THEY. NAILED. IT.
Kerri-lee Smith, who directed? Mother Effing Genius. GENIUS.
JUPITER – Hailley Rhoda, you are wonderful, you were divine. this girl is BRAVE beyond words. she rocks!!
AUTHORITY, Erin Hammond…still thinking about her in the ‘circus’ scene. Blew my mind. And she captured the last scene between mom&Jupiter so well…gorgeous.
HONEY, Amy Groening, is a fucking STAR. I want her in everything I write. She is SOOOOO BEAUTIFUL. & an INCREDIBLE dancer. She’s brilliant!
Ahhhh. Tonight I am going with my notebook and really listening to the words. It’s a work night for me, but that’s ok. It’s important work, work I am passionate about. This feels really, really right.
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So I just woke up to day 2 and it is freeeezing and “the sky is as white as a clean piece of paper.” I am in major search of breakfast, and things to do in this city…I am so scared to wander around because I think the ‘bad’ part of town is nearby but I don’t know which way it would be. Blerg. In any case I have time to kill before 7pm when I see a workshop presentation at the fest called Quite An Undertaking by Veralyn Warkentin.
Then at 8:30?HONEY AND JUPITER
82 QUESTIONS ABOUT SOMEONE FAR TOO MICAELA-ISH.
1) What’s their name? Micaela
2) Does he/she have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Mais oui
3) Do you get along with this person all the time? Pretty much always and whenever, except when I don’t mention her in one little vlog so I have to dedicated a whole blog entry to her face.
4) How long have you known each other? 4 years.
5) Has he/she ever cooked for you? OH BABY OH BABY OH BABY.
6) Is this person older than you? Nein.
7) Have you ever kissed this person? On the cheek!
Have you ever swore at him/her? All the fucking god damn time mother licker.
9) Are you related to this person? In our hearts.
10) Are you really close to him/her? Si, but not physically 😦
11) Nickname? Mica. She-Sheppard.
12) Do they have a nickname for you? She calls me lady a lot. I wonder if she knows my real name 😦 😦
13) How many times do you talk to this person during a week? As much as I can.
14) Will this person re-post this? NO
15) Do you live with these people? WE LIVED TOGETHER for 2 or 3 glorious weeks in July. There was much 30 Rock and J-Lo and Hippie Jugs and Nutella.
16) Why did you pick this person? To soothe her pain.
18) How long have you been close to this person? Like, 3.75 years.
19) Have you ever been to the mall with this person? Oh yeah, we both used to work shitty jobs there in grade 12.
20) Have you ever had a sleepover with this person? Many. One time I slept upside down in her bed…I was pretty illin’…it was my 1st 4:20.
21) If you ever moved away would you miss this person? I have and I do.
23) Have you ever done something really stupid or illegal with this person? ALL OF THE ABOVE APPLY a lot. Someday the Metric concert will be funny…some day…
24) Do you know everything about this person? Lots????
25) Would you date this person’s siblings? HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH awwwwkward.
26) Have you been to this person’s house? Yeah.
29) Have you gone skinny dipping with this person? And by skinny dipping, I mean SEX.
31) Is this person on drugs? I couldn’t tell you, I’m too fucked up for this!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLUG!!!
33) Have you ever worn this person’s clothes? Sometimes.
34) Does this person wear your clothes? Sometimes.
35) If it was “freaky friday” would you switch bodies with this person? Oh hell yes, she be slammin’.
36) Have you ever heard this person sing? Yeah and me likey.
38) Do you and this person have a saying/word? Now I may be blind, but I can hear somethings loud and clear. Glug glug glug. Getchersexyon.
39) Do you know this persons Facebook password? No.
44) Have you and this person gone clubbing? Once. More times plz.
45) Do you know how to make this person feel happy? Pizza. Dope. Disney. Snuggles.
46) Do you and this person talk a lot? I wish more.
47) Do you like this person as a friend? Hate.
48) Has this person yelled at you? I think???
49) Have you and this person got into a fist fight? Not that I remember.
51) Do you want to be friends with them forever? PLZ.
52) When is the last time you talked to this person? Via fbook yesterday.
53) Do you text this person? Yep, probably too much.
54) Do you and this person talk on the phone? LONG DISTANCE 😦
55) Descibe this person in one word – delightful.
56) Does this person like anyone? Me.
57) Have you ever played a sport or watched a sport with this person? IMPROV. Hahah wait…
58) Have you met this person’s family? Yeahyeah some of ‘em.
59) Has this person been to your house? UHYEAH.
60) Do you and this person have a special song? OOOH BABY DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT’S WORTH? OOOH HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH. … among others…<3
61) Have you told this person you loved them before? Yes.
62) Did they say it back? In her way.
63) Do you think this person still loves you? I do!
64) Can they make you laugh alot? Like no other…
65) Do you hang out with this person on weekends? When we are in the same city.
66) Would you consider this person your best friend? DEFINATLY one of them. If this was Myspace she’d be in my top 8. And by Myspace, I mean bedroom. And by top 8, I mean PANTS.
67) Do you miss this person? All the time.
68) Is there a song that describe the relationship between you and this person? Oh so many. WATERLOO KNOWING MY FATE IS TO BE WITH YOU
69) Have you danced with this person? oh fucking hell. We are made of dance.
70) Do you think this person is going to be surprised you wrote this about them? Tell your gay mom I said thanks.
71) How many siblings does this person have? 0.5
72) If so, brother or sister? 0.5 sister
73) Have you ever cried in front of this person? yeeeashhhh????
74) When is the next time you will see this person? in my dreams
75) Do you tell this person secrets? Sorta. Yeah.
76) Do you trust this person? so much!
77) Does this person trust you? Mehopes.
78) What is this persons middle name? Commonworthy.
79) What is this person’s full name? Kenneth Ellen Page.
80) Where does this person live? New Zealand.
81) Have you ever seen them cry? Probably????
82) Does this person speak another language? Body language.
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Filed under: halifax, neptune, toronto | Tags: adventure, alice in wonderland, artists, brunch, dancing, family, femfest, honey&jupiter, hugs, joni m, kaypee, kelin, metric, neptune, shakespeare, sinclair, tea, vulnerability, winnipeg, work
life has been bundles of confusion, energy, mud, airplanes, pot, shakespeare, ginger ale and madness. there are not enough bicycle rides or journal entries or dance classes (yet!), but there are a lot of people to see and a lot of things to talk about.
biggest and best would probably be; Honey&Jupiter , my first play that I directed at the Atlantic Fringe Festival last year, is going to be preformed in Winnipeg this fall at FEMFEST. I am elated…first professional production at a festival run by the President of the Playwright’s Guild of Canada! I get to work on the script with a dramaturg and everything…so, so excited…and scared…and excited…
I am now home in HALIWOOOOD teaching me some Shakespeare. The students are two 15 year olds and four 14 year olds, all girls. They are all on very different maturity levels and theatre levels but they are all keen and hungry to learn, they make me well up with happy tears on an hourly (yep, hourly) basis.
I saw my favorite band live for free yesterday. METRIIIIIIIC. Yeah they are my favorite. I have been an anxious crazy the last week or so (lack of working out makes me want to cry all the time. No, but really…) and i feel like listening to Metric is one of the only things I can do to manage the blues. I love them bigger and badder than anyone else who loves them…yep, I went there. Unfortunatly me and Mic made some unwise choices we feel we’ll laugh about in 20 years before Metric played, so I spent the first half of their set paranoid, lost in the crowd, and with a ghost-white face&blue lip combination. But by the time Sinclair found me and we rocked our faces off together, I was rejuvenated by the magic that is besteverbandever.
tell me you aren't blown away by how fucking brilliant they are
Today I had brunch with Kim, who gave me a very Alice dress. This was perfect as I then went to dirty Dtown for a tea party at Kelin’s. Kelin is like every Joni Mitchell song blossomed into a beautiful blonde artist in a white dress and pearls, who gives the best hugs and makes the best cookies. Like that. I needed to see both of these ladies really bad, so it worked out well.
ANYWAY. I wrote a poem tonight called EDGE and it is going to speak for me now. Read and enjoy.
On the verge of on the verge of
Somethings on the verge;
Pain.
Words fester…
Silence,
Blank pages disguise pain,
It’s white noise.
On the verge of
Screaming tears.
I wish with all my made-up might
To uncloak the sorrow
Dig my nails in scratch off the mask
Uncover the words
Unbury the words
Scratching the surface
Where I sit so square
Play so safe it hurts.
Keep so quiet I choke.
Sit so still I ache.
Unable to
Get off the verge and
Dive in
Crash
Rinse refresh
Instead I let my mind rot
Words fester; Tangled language.
A rat’s nest sits where my heart used to wheeze.
You'll Never See My Eyes 