Finally, September, you've arrived. Is it really true that you will soon come to a close? Has it really been this long since I've last written. I had promised myself there would be daily, or weekly offerings. And then I thought, well, no it is not that interesting, taking note of these mundane things::::I should have something to say important.
Really, this past weekend was great. I pulled my latest night out in Philly---finally slumbering around 5am. (((reminds me of life in Barcelona))) The dancing was really good. Four hours of non stop, DJ, all thanks to the DJ. There was some great break dancing going on by two guys---one a beautiful black man who would stop mid air, supporting his entire body by one arm--it was like he suspended gravity, time for various moments in his movement. Then a lanky white guy who moved like a supreme jellyfish. God, I could have watched them for hours. ABSOLUTE.
The previous night was a great West Philly eclipse of my favorite people. J, P and I got pleasantly drunk over a meal in Chinatown and I raced to meet R via bicycle on Walnut and we rode in the night air. God, it was so good. Feeling so free in the final coolness, using my legs, feeling like I know these streets with feet and tires. We arrived on RH's porch and let ourselves in. The most vivid memory was of a jean jacket conversation---and here's what we concluded...
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K- Jean Jackets really can only be worn in September.
RC- Oh yeah? I don't see many people wearing them.
K- That's because it's September...once October first arrives, you will notice them with severe distaste.
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It was something like that. I don't really remember. Either way, jean jackets are really great. I think I might buy one with my recent funds from new job. There isn't much time left though---what. OH NO. LESS THAN TWO WEEKS!
You know, it's been a really good month to say the least---amongst the bad which has exposed itself here and there. September for me, has always been a month of awareness. A month of letting go. A month of facing realities once avoided. I suppose it's the fall when i look back on E's bicycle accident four years ago. It is as clear as if it were yesterday. The feel of the air, the blue skies, the freedom of a bicycle--until the next curve---the dangers of the bicycle staring me in the face. The confusion, the stick that caused it, that hill, the horse statue, calling out to B, the ambulance, the voice of the doctor, the tennis match on in the waiting room, the smell of my hands, losing focus, starting to walk down strange avenues with nothing else to do but wonder, what I was doing. Your world starts to look different after you watch someone come so close to death.
Yes. Let us not get too dark. It is Monday and it's finally quiet outside my window after a morning of jackhammers.
And so, the Fringe Festival is over. The show is finished.
I wonder if there will be an art lecture tonight at the studio. I'd like to hear more about the shift of a hip in a painting as the indication of alteration in Western philosophy. ____
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A baby was recently born. A sadness lingers elsewhere---this morning I walked half a mile to find the new york times--
i'm a better lady for it.
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with gratitude in having not much to say, more so to feel and exist,
K
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