Acting is fearless exaggeration: 15 junio 2015
Acting is fearless exaggeration. If you could do it perfectly you’d be a subtle, powerful energy source. I’d feed off you relentlessly, mimicking your faces, searching for sincerity and satire in every emotion. Would we mirror each other? Would we…
Why do we always ask why?: 05 junio 2015
Why? Why do we always ask why, when so often there is clearly no answer? We are forever trapped by our own perspectives. To try to act in any other manner is always this fantastic failed attempt at escaping any…
Remember your purpose: 25 de mayo de 2015
Remember your purpose. Carelessness will never be rewarded. You must do everything with utmost thought and precision, dedicated to quality, willing to follow only anything truly just. Don’t let the details trap you, don’t feel bad if you can’t remember…
Warping: 06 de agosto de 2015
Warping: Today I woke at 7:40 after sleeping badly due to nervous jitterbugs jumpin’ my stomach muscles like mini trampolines bouncing. I had mi mochila grande, mi mochila verde, la jaula de la Chiqi, a bag of food and the…
My pupils must be vibrating: 03 de enero de 2014
I can’t stop laughing, it’s like I literally don’t know what I’m saying. I don’t know how long is appropriate to look at someone. I’m so jittery my whole chest and shoulders feel like white light is bursting in tiny…
“Nada personal”: 20 de julio de 2015
I will remember boxed wine and paraguayo. Spanish all around me, no inspiration, only inspiration. Crying in pain, laughing in ecstasy, wanting to remember and wanting to forget. I will remember you, because my memory is quite good. “Nada personal” de…
¡Todo es energía!: 5 de octubre de 2015
¡Todo es energía! Gracias a (Hare) Krishna por: Candles, low lights; I choose it all, therefore it’s a projection of me. Every image on the walls is a tiny shimmer of my reflection. There are infinite images, and my attention…
Fire: 22 de julio de 2015
Fire licks, slurps, and crackles happily, depending on the type of wood. I want a bonfire to swallow my night whole, stars and moon and wine and words. I think of Sam McGee. I think of his mystery bestowed upon…
“Psicodelianarkocorrida” by Xuan Pablo Gonzalez: 18 de junio de 2015
Vino tinto, we sit at a tiny round dinner table talking. I write, sip, read excerpts from a book called “Psicodelianarkocorrida” by Xuan Pablo Gonzalez. I tune out, drift back in, pay attention to what’s being said. I rarely say…