songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

FLYING TOO CLOSE

FLYING  TOO  CLOSE  TO    THE  SUN

The work was like appearing on  Broadway

Each hour a brand new  production   No script

a stand-up act   improv   dramacomedytragedy         remedy?

Often working harder than the  audience

 

Lives  marriages  futures  hanging in the balance

all for 175- an hour   bloodsweattears   boatloads

of fear     But maybe I was working too hard?

Leaning in    too close  to the:   pain loss trauma neurosis suicidal psychosis

 

Don’t look them in the eyes   my supervisor said

some 20 yrs. ago     But  I did    I have    I do

__

 

Every shadow has a name

when I think of mine I moan  

Allen Ginsberg    1948

 

Mid-Summer  2013

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