Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Remembering friends, long gone



Suicide
no more night
quite the ride
suicide
down the slide
gone, the fight
suicide
no more night


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7 comments:

  1. HarlequinNovember 8, 2009 at 9:28 PM

    triolet... three syllables; and a remembrance of friends who took the ride.

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  2. BarlinnieNovember 9, 2009 at 3:02 AM

    Your best yet doll...

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  3. PunchNovember 9, 2009 at 5:34 AM

    Excellent.

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  4. HarlequinNovember 10, 2009 at 8:34 PM

    Jimmy-- and I am delighted to get comments from a silver-tongued sweet-talker like you... I'm glad you liked this one
    Punch... thanks so much; this piece was also a necessary ... ride ...for me.

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  5. the walking manNovember 11, 2009 at 5:35 AM

    Just to close to home for me H....the writing was well done though.

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  6. HarlequinNovember 11, 2009 at 1:31 PM

    WM-- I empathize; thanks for the visit.

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  7. UnknownNovember 16, 2009 at 11:14 AM

    The ride down the slide. I miss my old playground.

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