Wednesday, January 11, 2012
| From January 9, 2012 |
"This place smells like renunciation, fog, and salad." [C Isherwood, in a letter to Sudhira]
Monday, January 9, 2012
| From January 9, 2012 |
| From January 9, 2012 |
| From January 9, 2012 |
| From January 9, 2012 |
| From January 9, 2012 |
| From January 9, 2012 |
I begin a month of mostly silence and things I'm afraid to do.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
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| From January 7, 2012 |
Good morning. I'm polishing my nails yellow, reading Rebecca's incredible book, drinking from Cary's mug. Shortly, I'm heading to teach this in Catskill, and I will be attending this, tonight: shape-note singing and Bulgarian folk songs. Perfect Hudson day.
Friday, January 6, 2012
| From January 6, 2012 |
| From January 6, 2012 |
| From January 6, 2012 |
You have no faith in the version of the book or play you are working on but are unwilling to change it, telling yourself that this would mean a lot of trouble and that time is short. Meanwhile, however, a rebellious element inside you has secretly created its own anti-version, complete down to the last detail, and is waiting for a chance to produce and impose it. If the rebellion succeeds, outside observers are amazed at the speed and smoothness with which the takeover is accomplished.Rebellions may be made smoothly, but never without causing psychological disturbance.
-C Isherwood, The Guru and His Disciple
Thursday, January 5, 2012
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| From January 5, 2012 |
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| From January 5, 2012 |
| From January 5, 2012 |
| From January 5, 2012 |
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Oh, Pina. I miss you. I was blessed with a lot of good film, company, and food over the last two days. On Monday, I interviewed Yvonne Meier, which made this a perfect week of dance, having spent time with my two favorite choreographers.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
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