You Wanna Watch Me? Come On Come On Watch Me!

The energy of youth is electrifying, the ability to jump over fences, not sleep for 24 hours, and (most importantly?) look fabulous. Marc Jacobs captured youth to me in his Spring/Summer 2009 show for Marc by Marc Jacobs. The dresses are breezy enough, but the shoes, the shoes! Jazz shoes have never looked better.

The music was equally awe-inspriring, but I have yet to find out who spun. I just want to strut to this all day - the opening track is "Neek Chic" by Goldielocks, and can not be purchased anywhere, I already tried.

"I'll paint my nails pink and my eyelashes blue,

anything to help my isolate myself from you,

the tops that you look really just aren't me

you run around looking all exactly THE SAME"

click here to watch it

MUNCH

Edvard Munch stirs up something inside me - he is by far my favorite artist. Two summers ago, I visited Oslo and was luck enough to go the Munch museum. For the first time I really because enthralled with art, completely in rapture.

Last weekend my quest for more Munch brought me to the Art Institute of Chicago, which had the exhibit "Becoming Edvard Munch: Influence, Anxiety, and Myth". Although not as stirring as the art in his native Norway, it was thrilling nontheless. Then Thad and I frolicked about Chicago, capping off the beautiful day.

Arched

in my underwear i write poetry

two headed poetry

with ten spigots and swift ankles with wings

whisking me outside, and i have bare feet

hippity bounce don't prick the soles

i walk with green tipped tinges

i am filling branches with pies of sentences

and filing my nails with memories

i am eating a green apple on the floor naked

i am crying into words as my mouth remembers

through my hippie journal with ideas

of emerson and indians

and dipping in water on alive nights

and cowering in water on nights that never end

and pressing my lips to the showers belly button

i breathe

i am full of love

i was full of love

i cut pear slices of it

and fed tired ankles, and limber stringy arms

stretched against the sky upward as a sillhouette

now im arched over in the light glistening night

to write these silly things that will not be understood because

i put tule between words

is it insanity? do you think so?

well you know i laugh

just hold me

like a bowl

like how the clouds hold the moon

holding the rooftops of this town

holding me and mine and my memories:

in my veins

there is a spritish imp chirping these ideas

she singy sing sinzzzgs such

beauuuuuutiful songs

with bare shoulders

her swift collarbone

her neck

her backbone is a plumb

trickling down onto the chair of straw

where i sit in my underwear

and write poems

It's Just Noise Now

originally written Frbruary 14, 2009

it seems now my has returned

after a hiatus in bliss

because yes my eyes were red today

and i could feel the water flowing

down my

spine

even after it was over

and pressed in a blue towel i could not be distracted

and prevented it longer

i did nothing today

but think of the past

and wait

and wait

and wait

for things that have already happened or will happen after the spring stops being confused

after my life starts regressing

the time we had oh when the winds would blow, with rain, with snow

and at our best there were always golden rocks to throw

those were high times

those were high times

will we ever learn to waltz

New Haircut

One snip of my hair and I've passed the Rubicon. Damnit, it's really short!

Is it just me or are new haircuts always sub par?

BEFORE:

AFTER:

Drama Queens

When one is cast as the lead there are two immediate emotions:

1. OH MY GOD IS THAT REALLY MY NAME NO WAY YAYAYAYAYAYYA

2. I MUST HIDE BEFORE THE PICHFORKS AND TORTCHES APPEAR

Actresses can be bitches. Actors can suddenly turn nasty.

Everything must must be taken with a grain of salt!

So I was cast as the lead in a play today. And the world is either thrilled for me or ready to kill me. What did I do? I simply auditioned?!? So here's how everyone ends up mad

"he cast all freshmen?! favoritism!!!! he should have cast seniors - it's their last year!"

or

"he cast seniors?! how the hell are lowerclassmen who are talented supposed to get a role when talent clearly doesn't matter, and it's simply age?"

ACTING IS A NASTY BUSINESS, NOT FOR THE FAINT AT HEART

or the lame, whiny, and complaining. deal with it. that's why this sport has no referees, and does not play fair.

Lillies and Iris, Safe from the Chill

Last night I figured out what I will only spend my money on when I grow up

1. clothes

2. library fees (for overdue books, magazines, and movies)

3. flowers

I received some flowers for opening night and they now decorate my room and bathroom.

Im in love with flowers. Maybe it's the impending spring, ouais?

Tech Week

I have no time to write this - its tech week for The Secret Garden and my life is spinning

HOWEVER - over in France Garance Dore knows whats up, visit garancedore.fr/en