California Coast: Home of Higher Innocence, or In Honor of Jenny Marini
Uncle Georgie bought
me a ticket on the
"Midnight Express"
I'm Connie
an original member of the
institution
and I'm dying
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art as a celebration of life
countless ripples in the sandy sea
dunes of dew heave like lover's breasts
the rhythm of love-making
mirrored by the movements of the bay
the wind blows one way
but the waves all crash against each other
just past the dock
I could write about one element eternally
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I tell stories. I draw when I'm
afraid of writing.
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I love sandy skin. Sand-colored
skin is very sexy.
Having sex with a sandy-skinned
woman is like having sex
with the beach itself.
But, then, why would I want to
have sex with the beach
when I could have sex with
a woman?
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the new generation of artists is emerging
from the wounded womb of the world
into which we were born. we are the
incarnations of extreme emotions (just
like all those who came before us). this
is our declaration of independence,
our screaming emergence from
the depths of ourselves. this is
the first page of the new age of
cinema, stage-work, and every other
style and sort of storytelling. passion
for the world has taken us over,
and so we have come to claim
our inheritance; we have
transformed from "the future" into "today."
the gauntlet has been thrown down and
picked up again; the metaphorical line
in the sand has been erased by
our shuffling feet. we are here
to contribute ourselves to the
efforts and work of our predecessors.
it is our time to give to the world.
Danny Mendoza, March 2005
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(P.S. If anyone wants to add their signature to this declaration, please do.)
me a ticket on the
"Midnight Express"
I'm Connie
an original member of the
institution
and I'm dying
--------------------------
art as a celebration of life
countless ripples in the sandy sea
dunes of dew heave like lover's breasts
the rhythm of love-making
mirrored by the movements of the bay
the wind blows one way
but the waves all crash against each other
just past the dock
I could write about one element eternally
-------------------------------------------
I tell stories. I draw when I'm
afraid of writing.
--------------------------------
I love sandy skin. Sand-colored
skin is very sexy.
Having sex with a sandy-skinned
woman is like having sex
with the beach itself.
But, then, why would I want to
have sex with the beach
when I could have sex with
a woman?
---------------------------------
the new generation of artists is emerging
from the wounded womb of the world
into which we were born. we are the
incarnations of extreme emotions (just
like all those who came before us). this
is our declaration of independence,
our screaming emergence from
the depths of ourselves. this is
the first page of the new age of
cinema, stage-work, and every other
style and sort of storytelling. passion
for the world has taken us over,
and so we have come to claim
our inheritance; we have
transformed from "the future" into "today."
the gauntlet has been thrown down and
picked up again; the metaphorical line
in the sand has been erased by
our shuffling feet. we are here
to contribute ourselves to the
efforts and work of our predecessors.
it is our time to give to the world.
Danny Mendoza, March 2005
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(P.S. If anyone wants to add their signature to this declaration, please do.)