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, December 27, 2009


is not luxury

Audre Lorde, Chosen Poems, Old and New; 1982


  1. it is a necessity (at least for me)


  2. Poetry has no need for a payment of pain either.

  3. Jon--- amen to that; and I am glad that it is a necessity for you since reading you is such a delight for me
    WM--fine sentiments there.... thanks for this cogent reminder
    Punch-- a sweet and neat response... thanks!