Hey, where can I find Festival lyrics? I've been looking everywhere :(
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April 2011
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“I think this is how magicians should be: first they should do their magic to enchant us, then they should teach us their tricks. This is also how artists should be – we should be creators and also teach the public how to be creators, how to make art, so that we may all use that art together.”
—Augusto Boal
“He that has and a little tiny wit—
With heigh-ho, the wind and the rain,—
Must make content with his fortunes fit,
Though the rain it raineth every day.” —King Lear, Fool, 3.2
With heigh-ho, the wind and the rain,—
Must make content with his fortunes fit,
Though the rain it raineth every day.” —King Lear, Fool, 3.2
“It is a relatively little-known fact that, over the course of a single year, about twenty million letters are delivered to the dead.”
—The Girl with No Shadow by Joanne Harris
our car has a few disabilities...
I wish I could take a photo of the new sound it makes. We lost our muffler in Manhattan, the exhaust pipe in Seattle and recently the catalytic converter fell off (but not before hanging on and causing sparks to fly as it dragged on the highway! ooops!) Karl installed a new catalytic converter and now it’s so loud you can’t roll the window down. The one window that rolls down, that is. Also, it vibrates.
The missing passenger side mirror is old news. It was knocked off (for kicks) in Bushwick a couple of years ago. We keep it in the car for nostalgia purposes.
A recent problem in this rainy town has been the accumulation of rain water in the trunk and, subsequently, in the backseat (which is now covered with plastic). Today Karl drilled some holes in the trunk and rivers released themselves.
The windshield crack is also old news. An officer who pulled me over for speeding once wanted to make sure we got that fixed because, “If your car rolls, that’ll come caving right in”. Thanks, Officer.
Oh, and the ignition hangs out ever since the time it was hot-wired and left running in the same parking space as the night before, with a half a tank of gas missing (also Bushwick).
We love this thing. It’s carried Karl across the country 3 times (+ me for one of those!) and he’s put 120,000 miles on it. There’s a chance he loves it so much he will try to drive it back…
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats
Blowing through the letters that we wrote
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves
We’re idiots, babe
It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves
To The Roaring Wind
What syllable are you seeking,
Vocalissimus,
In the distances of sleep?
Speak it.
*Wallace Stevens*
