It was 5:48 PM EST NYC when I first noticed the twilight of the day lingering on. It made me smile; and I felt warm knowing Mother Nature is telling time again. And it’s wonderful to know…and of course we help her with tuning our clocks backwards and forwards. I did some research… Daylight Saving Time (DST) is used to save energy and make better use of daylight. It was first used in 1908 in Thunder Bay, Canada. Here’s more. https://www.timeanddate.com/time/dst/history.html
What leads to a new day? If I hear you and you hear me. The thought of seeing you next to me or on top of me as if I am watching the fiercely fiery rip tide of the ocean soothing over the warm and anxious sand and feet of all those that long to be cooled down in this lovely hot mess of a life we now live in –with all our extra gadgets and gizmos. step on me, jump on me, swipe my face with your hair. Yes, with your soft and billowy hair. Spend time with me, check me out- check me in -check that I am being absolutely positively me — from all the years still who I am today, now and I like it.
We are so resourceful so meaningful in our abstract ways and our differences. Let’s sit in the dark and then you, light the candle in the corner, the tall white one yes with the tapered top and then slowly walk it over to me so that I may see two of you, in the darkness, the you and the shadow of you –oh how exciting to have two of you all at once in my gaze, in my vision and at my fingertips. Lucky say I, and happy too to be able to share all this, this one day with you.
Today I am thinking about the concept of love.
That feeling that we describe and use for so many different scenarios. What are the easiest parts and then the hardest parts. And what are the parts that allow or push us to do something we never thought we’d do, good or bad, we do it because we love. Love holds lots of places and space in our society.
That’s part 1, need to dig deeper for part 2…
Watching TCM’s Remembers – a stunning piece yet again…makes me think of all the great artists we have lost, it seems like so many more are gone this year, that I remember in the past or maybe I know more of them now. Ah yes, that must be it. Time shovels on and we dig deep to understand all the days ahead as each day becomes the past and we remember. Great art.
Growing up as a teen, if there was a song in a movie that touched me or penetrated me, it always turned out to be from the composer Michel Legrand. Music always penetrated my soul, his for sure, and he is now gone. How lucky I am to have been alive during a time to have been touched by so many great artists. How lucky we are…to have the chance to remember…
With music Waiting by Alice Boman, bravo.
I was lucky enough to get a dress rehearsal invite today and it was an extraordinary experience. Like nothing I have ever seen. Conductor: Karen Kamensek, bravo bravo all!
Michael D. Minichiello and I spoke over the phone and he summed up my life, career and THE PASS in 7 paragraphs! Now that’s some fine tuning! Really enjoyed speaking with him.
And I think the most charming part of New York is The West Village, hands down. Everything is smaller so maybe smaller is charming. But the people themselves live large lives in small spaces.” read Michael’s fun interview
At any given moment, we may write what we think and feel. We put it down, we proclaim, we spit it out, we share with whatever our intentions were/are at the time we write. Saying something is one thing, however writing it down is another. Perhaps we write things down in order to not forget, or in order to remember. Words.
Here is my recently published story about THE PASS, a musical. http://theaterlife.com/the-pass/
I smell my life within these walls. The years and all that have dialed in my own perceptions and fantasies. And I miss you tonight and wish you had not left so soon. What a visit it would be, then and now. You did not give me that, funny, so much you did not give and yet so much you gave. My first love.
A Requiem For Celeste July 13, 2019 Articles, People Celeste Martin: November 11, 1927—December 13, 2018 By Denise Marsa
How many times have you heard about a New York City landlady giving every tenant in her multiple landmark rental buildings a special gift bag filled with Christmas goodies? Every year Celeste Martin looked forward to taking her staff, including her driver, carpenter and super, shopping at Macy’s Herald Square to help her fill 39 gift bags for her tenants. These were no ordinary gift bags, just as she was no ordinary landlady. As a tenant in one of her buildings, I was always thrilled with my gift bag’s content. One year I received a 1999 Perrier–Jouët (which I still have) and another year a 2011 Rose Veuve Clicquot. Yes, champagne! Accompanying the champagne was a bottle of Johnny Walker Black or a Johnny Walker variety pack. There were also always imported sweets and chocolates along with the spirits. read full article
#Pride2019 is starting and my block is all a flutter. People from all over the world, what an exploration of ourselves and our sexuality the past 50 years has been.
Less we forget, throughout history sexual expression, self identity and visual expression of one self has been ever-present- ever-changing. Think of all the people that have defied stereotypes. Fought for their rights! Demanding change. Accepted, not accepted, applauded, lauded, abandoned and eventually EMBRACED! And the battle to be ones’ self, continues in so many ways, everyday and that is perhaps… the flight of a human.
And it is our bodies that make up this great country and the world we live in. #LoveWins #Harmony #Acceptance
To #CelesteMartin! She is with us always on the streets of Gay and Christopher.