boston show
the show tonight was amazing. i don't just mean amazing in that 'that-sweater-looks-amazing' kind of way. i mean amazing the way that words are amazing, the way that words can change your life and remind you that there are days that you wake up and are fucking *grateful* to be breathing. blair opened the show, and then shira erlichman, and then solomon sparrows electric whale revival. the night was sans anis, which was sad, but nevertheless, a show i am SO glad to have experienced. these poets are white hot, like the kind of stars you can see when camping in bucks county. they're like reiki - the energy, the messages, the moments of 'yes!', all the nodding will change you if you let it. if you remove all of the blockades, it will flow over and under and through. it will move and shake you. even if you can only carry it with you through the night, it will be worth it.
about the third piece into the first set, i felt like bursting into tears because of everything moving through me. it lasted through the rest of the show, and it wasn't a bad thing. it was this sense that this night meant something, even if only to me. THIS night was living (at least, my definition of it). i wanted to cry for the overflowing thankfulness i felt that there are people out there doing this, not just something, but DOING THIS. i've been surrounded and drowning in this sense of apathy everywhere i go, but not tonight. nights like these prove that not everyone is apathetic. i realized that this thing, this intangible energy that i have been chasing for so long became more clear tonight and, even just a little, more achievable. THIS kind of night makes me 19 again; reminding me that what we want the world to look like is still possible and everything you want to create and make happen in this world is completely rational.
okay, i'm gushing. i'm going to go study lines.
philly kids - if you can, really. do not miss this show. the area code is deep south philly, so i KNOW it is in the area for many of you. ;)
much love to you *all*
about the third piece into the first set, i felt like bursting into tears because of everything moving through me. it lasted through the rest of the show, and it wasn't a bad thing. it was this sense that this night meant something, even if only to me. THIS night was living (at least, my definition of it). i wanted to cry for the overflowing thankfulness i felt that there are people out there doing this, not just something, but DOING THIS. i've been surrounded and drowning in this sense of apathy everywhere i go, but not tonight. nights like these prove that not everyone is apathetic. i realized that this thing, this intangible energy that i have been chasing for so long became more clear tonight and, even just a little, more achievable. THIS kind of night makes me 19 again; reminding me that what we want the world to look like is still possible and everything you want to create and make happen in this world is completely rational.
okay, i'm gushing. i'm going to go study lines.
philly kids - if you can, really. do not miss this show. the area code is deep south philly, so i KNOW it is in the area for many of you. ;)
much love to you *all*