Guy Who

Guy who's a vegetarian except when he eats the Italian Job from 7-Eleven now and then
Guy who's mastered a variety of non-monetizable skills
Guy who tried and failed to be polyamory
Guy whose main goal in life is to never go to prison
Guy who battles despair in supermarkets
Guy who is too afraid to own an ant farm
Guy who thinks rats are charming creatures
Guy who is well suited to be an adjunct professor except for the
money part
Guy who takes solace in observing peers who are more neurotic than him
Guy can't understand people who are less neurotic than him
Guy who admires people who speak Latin
Guy who tried and failed to be religious
Guy who tried gardening but felt bored and then felt guilty about that
Guy who started getting into fist fights with other men at age 40
Guy who stopped getting into fist fights with other men at age 50
Guy who does his best reading on the bus
Guy who likes the vocalizing of frogs
Guy who feels insane when he thinks of bleached coral reefs
Guy who may be too old to do a podcast
Guy who had multiple experiences akin to Charlie Brown / Lucy / football
Guy who thinks he somehow caused this
Guy whose mind is too fragile to be a short order cook
Guy whose mind is too rambunctious to be a coder
Guy who was once capable of being in love with several people at the same time
Guy who a few times in his life heard voices (not his) chattering in his head
Guy who dreamed of a giant Christ crucified on a hillside which he (the guy) could only descend by stepping on the crucified Christ who winced in pain each time the guy stepped on him
Guy who could only smoke a maximum of six cigarettes a day but was still addicted for years
Guy who can't enjoy Scorsese films in which the protagonists are sociopaths
Guy who still can't figure out the salient differences between Songs of Innocence & Songs of Experience
Guy who wishes adults had never taught the kid version of him about hell
Guy who notices that his artist friends who haven't attended therapy are addicted insane or dead
Guy who was a different guy before the seventh grade bullying cataclysm
Guy whose the greatest work of art may have been the Neil Young royal blue and yellow jersey he silk screened in eighth grade
Guy who sang songs about heroin addiction before he knew he was singing about heroin addiction
Guy whose mind is too volatile to live in New York City
Guy who sometimes feels like a different guy and this scares him
Guy who likes the Spanish word "desmadre" for big fucking mess
Guy who remembers drinking green wine in a restaurant on a cliff in Madeira overlooking the vineyard where the grapes were from

Christjob: Like Punching a Timeclock Formed In Jerusalem Stone

christ dies daily on the cross
he gets up shaking in the jerusalem dawn
and prepares for a day of crucifixion

each day he goes about his business
with the eating and the walking
and the preaching

then judas betrays him
roman guards arrest him
and he ends up dying on the cross

it’s a job like any other
like dealing blackjack
or fixing bicycles

he hangs on the cross till he’s limp
gets transported to a cave
sleeps, wakes up and does it all over again

Anthropocene Moments

The door opens onto a stone passage. A white bird flies up from the water pooled on the ground. Distant bells ring old songs. He is tired. He feels the world slow and accelerate at once. A large beast shuffles across the crest of the hill. Could it be a woolly mammoth? He sees only its silhouette. He sits down in the dust. He wishes to speak with the gods. They seem far away.

Pharaoh Sanders

 

3 Line Poem

 

“Railroad Madness,” a Photo by Tyre Nichols

In the foreground

Dusty white gravel

Crossed by wooden

Sleeper beams

Rusted steel rails

Rise up the sides

Then narrow to a point

Marked by a cluster

Of light posts

A downtown building

Is framed by angled wires

Almost like scratches

On the wind

To the left

An arch formed

Of crisscrossing iron beams

Rises over a footpath

Across is a tree full

Of summer leaves

Hanging on among

Concrete and railroad ties

Beneath a pale

Memphis sky 

(Tyre Nichols' photo blog)

TEATRO Y COMUNIDAD: UN MANIFIESTO

Una de las gran bellezas de hacer teatro es la formación de comunidad que ocurre como parte del proceso. En una sociedad diseñada para aislarnos, nos necesitamos unos a otros para hacer teatro.

La comunidad es a menudo temporal, pero es real. Es el sustento que necesitamos.

Hacer teatro requiere que expongamos nuestra vulnerabilidad individual, enfrentemos el riesgo y nos comprometamos con el apoyo mutuo.

En ausencia de confianza y seguridad entre los creadores de teatro, la comunidad y, por lo tanto, la obra, se hace añicos.

Es como algo sagrado entre los creadores de teatro: los pasos en falso y las pifias, los momentos de fragilidad y debilidad, incluso los experimentos fallidos, no deben dar lugar a la vergüenza y el ataque. Al contrario: Cuando uno de nosotros se cae, todos lo levantamos.

El daño que sufre un creador de teatro cuando es avergonzado o abandonado por uno o más colaboradores durante el proceso es profundo y puede afectar su capacidad para ingresar nuevamente a las comunidades teatrales.

Hacer teatro es fruto del aprendizaje de nuestros colegas -y del aprendizaje de quienes nos precedieron a lo largo de los siglos. Gran parte del aprendizaje consiste en aprender esta lección principal de cuidado y apoyo mutuos, incluso cuando va en contra de la ética del hiper-individualismo y el comportamiento impulsado por el ego que se encuentra en otras partes de la sociedad.

Una de las principales bellezas de hacer teatro es la comunidad. En una sociedad diseñada para aislarnos, nos necesitamos unos a otros para hacer teatro.