Cat has discovered Fish…
We are surrounded by the absurd excess of the universe.
By meaningless bulk, vastness without size,
power without consequence. The stubborn iteration
that is present without being felt.
Nothing the spirit can marry. Merely phenomenon
and its physics. An endless, endless of going on.
No habitat where the brain can recognize itself.
No pertinence for the heart. Helpless duplication.
The horror of none of it being alive.
No red squirrels, no flowers, not even weed.
Nothing that knows what season it is.
The stars uninflected by awareness.
Miming without implication. We alone see the iris
in front of the cabin reach its perfection
and quickly perish. The lamb is born into happiness
and is eaten for Easter. We are blessed
with powerful love and it goes away. We can mourn.
We live the strangeness of being momentary,
and still we are exalted by being temporary.
The grand Italy of meanwhile. It is the fact of being brief,
being small and slight that is the source of our beauty.
We are a singularity that makes music out of noise
because we must hurry. We make a harvest of loneliness
and desiring in the blank wasteland of the cosmos.
There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find ways in which you yourself have altered.
Be humble for you are made of earth.
Be noble for you are made of stars.
The former South African president died today at age 95. Remember him through his uplifting and revolutionary words.
One-on-one and group rehearsals all week, dress rehearsal in 7 days, and then it’s recital time on the 16th!
I’ve been so busy lately that I’ve barely had time to practice this rep, but as Leonard Bernstein once said, “To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.”
Well, I’ve got a plan. And not quite enough time. Looks like some great things are in order. Let’s do this thing :D
My roommate showed this to me yesterday and I can’t not share it with the world.
My feeling of being at home somewhere is really a feeling of transition, as everything is in life. Music is transition, too. I am happiest when I can be at peace with the idea of fluidity. And I’m unhappy when I cannot really let myself go and give myself over completely to the idea that things change, evolve, and not necessarily for the best.
After 6 days in Pittsburgh/New York City and a grand total of 26 rather grueling hours on the road (which involved New Jersey drivers, the Dan Ryan Expressway, and an 18-wheeler losing its left rear axle right in front of me somewhere in the middle of Ohio — I’m considering looking into an alternative career in stunt driving, because I handled that shit), I’m finally back in Chicago. I am exhausted, but alive.
Oh, also, here’s how Joey greeted me when I came back. Cats make everything okay. It’s naptime.