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its so hard to sit down and study something like ap bio (the course that kills me, ironically enough) when all i want to do is walk crowded streets and lose myself, attempt to absorb the one thousand and one stories that surround me in a single moment.
wes veldink was not in yesterday, but BT subbed and it was one of the best classes of my life. he is wonderful, his warm up was full of ab work and oh it was good. it was a professional class and he had friends and kids he knows come and they took my breath away and the combination was contemporary jazzish to this fabulous song - sade? maybe - he knows all the r&b artists - and was all about something, someone contolling you and oh wow. it was so hot and the floor was so worn. (ohyeahheisthatbeautiful)
the quinnipac dance co. was there from quinnipac college and they were in richards class and it was so crowded, which i hate, but its okay too because i love richard and he brought friends too and one boy was so looooooong. i love the feet of male modern dancers, they're so perfectly sculpted (unlike my weary things) and the combination was good good and oh i could take his class forever.
oh i'm lacking poetry at the moment, and nothing too sparkling right now except you know i bought street art and ate brie yesterday and walked along central park west watching so many couples walk by and so many branches wave in the bitter wind that picked up last night. and you know there were punks outside the art students league sharing cigarettes and art theory and chestnuts on fifth, a thousand languages being spoken in the studio and i never want to leave. i can't see giving this up for anything and i know theres so much here for me, soon soon soon.
HUNGRY for music with a desperate hunger
I prowled abroad, I threaded through the town;
The evening crowd was clamoring and drinking,
Vulgar and pitiful--my heart bowed down--
Till I remembered duller hours made noble
By strangers clad in some suprising grace.
Wait, wait my soul, your music comes ere midnight
Appearing in some unexpected place
With quivering lips, and gleaming, moonlit face.
[vachel.lindsay]