Friday, September 11, 2009

Move. Moving. Traveling Blues.


Distance as a form of hunger.
On the road you see things-
EAR PWR (Baltimore)
Lockeroom Talk (Chicago)
Neo-Futurists (All Over)

You feed the empty spaces of lost cities and absent lovers
with new plays and dance music.

It is so beautiful to miss something.
It reminds you of your desires.
It reminds you of how to be alive.

Traveling Blues:
Healthcare Reform
Iranian Protests
State- the united ones (in general)
State- of my wallet (in particular)

. I helped print patches for artist's right to free sp
eech in Chicago.
There is only so much space for conversation.
Is this one?

1 comment:

Carey said...

I feel those blues.