Rave Love
Nephew Love
Best Friend Love
Ink Love
Head Over Heels Love
Brotherly Love
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Teaching Questions
Is it possible to describe the feeling when a class you teach makes you proud?
Am I of weak character if I cry in front of a class?
I wonder how many teacher's have students say "hello" to them in the yard?
Is it okay to wonder if you've made the right career choice?
Am I the only one who can see inept colleagues?
I often wonder what it would be like to sit in one of my classes as a student.
What do other teachers question?
Am I of weak character if I cry in front of a class?
I wonder how many teacher's have students say "hello" to them in the yard?
Is it okay to wonder if you've made the right career choice?
Am I the only one who can see inept colleagues?
I often wonder what it would be like to sit in one of my classes as a student.
What do other teachers question?
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
You're the voice
She stumbles to the stage, her shoulder laden with expectation. Nestling into the chair, she lifts the instrument onto her lap. The straps accustomed just enough for her to remain comfortably numb. Patiently she awaits her turn. “You’re The Voice” no longer needs bagpipes. Not when she has an accordion.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Lucid Music
The vehicle of music is flesh and blood. The vehicle and the message cannot be separated. The moment the musician picks up his instrument he is entering the fluctuating territory of manifestation and existence that he shares with the listener.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Write
These pieces build up a mood of dramatic expectancy,
but there is no plot,
just a continued conjuring up of imminent narrative potentialities
that never condense about a storyline.
Different sections are juxtaposed,
the two merge indistinguishably
as the crescendo rises to a great barrage of noise.
but there is no plot,
just a continued conjuring up of imminent narrative potentialities
that never condense about a storyline.
Different sections are juxtaposed,
the two merge indistinguishably
as the crescendo rises to a great barrage of noise.
Emotions
Emotions are manifested in human beings in a physical way.
Literally 'emotion' means "outward movement", which implies impulse towards action.
Emotion may either be expressed or suppressed.
The supression of emotion reflects a pyschophysical denial of self.
Literally 'emotion' means "outward movement", which implies impulse towards action.
Emotion may either be expressed or suppressed.
The supression of emotion reflects a pyschophysical denial of self.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
a hurt heart
what does one do when their heart hurts?
sick bay?
doctor?
emergency?
self-diagnosis with a dose of harden-the-fuck-up.
it didn't work
what now?
sick bay?
doctor?
emergency?
self-diagnosis with a dose of harden-the-fuck-up.
it didn't work
what now?
Food
alcoholics give up alcohol
drug addicts give up drugs
what happens when you're addicted to food
you need food to survive
i wish i could give it up
to have the addiction of D or A. what a relief
no-one understands
drug addicts give up drugs
what happens when you're addicted to food
you need food to survive
i wish i could give it up
to have the addiction of D or A. what a relief
no-one understands
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