September 17, 2010 § Leave a comment

–last night had a small dinner party.  one guest was seven hours late.  thus taking ‘egyptian time’ to a whole new level.

–aza has wings now and jumps around the house saying: im flying! im flying!

–i woke up this afternoon to the most sonorous, pure call to prayer.  for the first time in a long time, i felt like it was calling me.  like i would lift out of my bed and through my five story high window and follow.  it sounded like ache, like longing, so human and divine.

–there is a lot on my mind that i dont know how to write about on this blog.  in part for security reasons.  in part for privacy reasons.  bu the topics include: gaza, queer identity, freedom and wildness, birth and becoming a parent, love and arguments, realizing that you will never be acceptable to your family…need to reformat the pictures so i can post them and let them tell part of the story.

–finished jensen’s endgame and have been listless ever since.  what to do? what to do?  theonly honest response seems to be to make more art.  to keep writing to keep taking pictures to keeping my eyes open.  but it seems so little.  and yet most days, keeping awake, aware, unflinching honesty, all that, seems to be all i can manage.

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