The Dynamics of Groove

how the dreams work

i believe this is another monologue… maybe it will find its way into a current project or at least be inspiration there of. The dreams never happen when you want them to. And it’s too bad cuz they’re so good. Smooth dreams. Dreams with epic soundtracks and a sense of flow. A sense of trajectory….

some are born with a gift and it’s apparent so young as if catapalted from another time a vision prophecy of what this gift is and how it will manifest what the signs are and they show them with such ease this gift that has always been there and is just waiting for circumstances in…

relief

it’s as though a part of your self a part of your body was that deep down underneath skin underneath muscle it’s like a part of your mind part of where you get stuck where you come to every time it’s as though there is a knot or a seed or a pit or something…

drive

like a hungry animal like one that stalks and paces like one with its eyes fixated mind fixated like one who waits with open jaws like one who is ready to pounce like one able to bound off into a run running without thought to any ending any beginning like a roar like a whisper…

in the day to day

i heard it said once that we are a mixture of dark and light that what matters is the choice we make in any given moment and it’s a careful balance day by day to walk this line where at any given time we could falter but i like to think that even from mistakes…

everywhere i look is a painting

orange clouds across the sky like someone opened up a crayon box and decided to pick some new colors and scattered bright lights hovering above the ground fairies making processions across the land each star calls out a name until all you hear is a cacaphony of names like raindrops collecting dew in the sunlight…

the sea of flowers that covered the land

One day as she was walking, bright vibrant spots of color captured her attention. Looking around it was as though she was in a sea filled with bits of a broken rainbow. She realized they were hundreds of flower petals of all shapes and sizes. Each with their delicate silky edges drifting past her feet…

night journey

rolling hills the kind that sing to you as you drive by a blanket of night that covers soft grass warm winds driftibg by whipping by and on the road you can see the moon high up on the sky you remember that it’s the same moon that was up above the waves that settled…

i remember tonight

ah yes i remember tonight i remember it well tonight was the night that a group of stars got together they sparkled and shined in the night sky they twirled and danced they glimmered and smiled and this beautiful night it was a beginning that was larger than any would ever know and it was…

The Real World – Theater Edition: A Couple Words

Barbara Jwanouskos, speaking up. So, it’s been a while since I’ve written more of an editorial for San Francisco Theater Pub instead of conducting an interview with a local theater maker, but I thought I’d write down a couple words this week because I’ve been thinking. I’ve been thinking about how our artistic systems are…