This is fucking hot:
This is even hotter:
This is the hottest fucking photo I've ever seen:
Mmmmm.........Annie Leibowitz.
Mmmmm.........Annie Leibowitz.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Fallout
After all, tomorrow is another day.
I now leave for Lyon in 4 and a half weeks, or 34 days. I will be gone June 2 through July 30. Wow. That's a long time. I haven't been that far "from home" for that long since I moved to NYC from Baton Rouge. I am so entirely excited.
In the meantime: fallout. That horrible sinking non-feeling state of uselessness and empty immediacy after the end of a major project, which strikes no later than two or three hours after the show. Literally, hours. A slow withdrawal from those around you. An incapacity to partake in celebration, save for your small internal celebration, which mainly is a stepping back to look at friends and events that are not, could not have been, and will not be, and finding oneself mildly content to have that knowledge, if not with the knowledge itself. And a thankfulness for that which actually is -- a thankfulness that that "is" is enough, that that "is" is all there is, and what a joy.
A deep and personal exhaustion lacking clean clothes and cash, and it raining all day.
Then a slow return. A slow, hard slog of self- and general acquittal that makes new work possible, then new day inevitable, and the new moment excruciating and beautiful and really, awfully new. Did I earn it? Does it matter? It doesn't stop. Time may stop for no man, but time does stop for art. But not for long.
This infuriates me: Dumb As We Wanna Be.
It isn't earned. It is deserved, but we continue to aspire toward earning.
I now leave for Lyon in 4 and a half weeks, or 34 days. I will be gone June 2 through July 30. Wow. That's a long time. I haven't been that far "from home" for that long since I moved to NYC from Baton Rouge. I am so entirely excited.
In the meantime: fallout. That horrible sinking non-feeling state of uselessness and empty immediacy after the end of a major project, which strikes no later than two or three hours after the show. Literally, hours. A slow withdrawal from those around you. An incapacity to partake in celebration, save for your small internal celebration, which mainly is a stepping back to look at friends and events that are not, could not have been, and will not be, and finding oneself mildly content to have that knowledge, if not with the knowledge itself. And a thankfulness for that which actually is -- a thankfulness that that "is" is enough, that that "is" is all there is, and what a joy.
A deep and personal exhaustion lacking clean clothes and cash, and it raining all day.
Then a slow return. A slow, hard slog of self- and general acquittal that makes new work possible, then new day inevitable, and the new moment excruciating and beautiful and really, awfully new. Did I earn it? Does it matter? It doesn't stop. Time may stop for no man, but time does stop for art. But not for long.
This infuriates me: Dumb As We Wanna Be.
It isn't earned. It is deserved, but we continue to aspire toward earning.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
just confused
I have so much going on in my life. I've been trying to sit back and sort of work some sort of life plan, or at least some sort of in-the-near-future-of-my-life plan. Things are lining up, just hopefully the dominoes will all fall into place. It's a lot to think about while being so crazy busy.
One forgets how exhausting and only mildly fulfilling food service can be. I don't like my new job but I think that's mostly because I don't like working in general. That sounds ridiculous.
I am so incredibly tired of this political "season." Is it a season? Should it be? If it's a season, like a TV season or a sports season, why is it about three times as long by now?
I am tired of everything being so expensive. I am tired of not being able to find a plane ticket to Paris for less than $1000. Used to be you could find an el cheapo one for at least $800. But with oil at $115 a barrel...
I can only wait in restless anticipation for what is promised to be a life-changing summer. And two whole months with my Jules. If only we could schedule a good two months to commit to one friend all the time, that would be lovely. When is my heart moving here?
I leave at the beginning of June. Maybe you'll see me again in the states, maybe not. Depends on who wins this election...
Please come see my play, and say real and true things about it to me.
The young poet Evmenis
complained one day to Theocritos:
"I've been writing for two years now
and I've composed only one idyll.
It's my single completed work.
I see, sadly, that the ladder
of Poetry is tall, extremely tall;
and from this first step I'm standing on now
I'll never climb any higher."
Theocritos retorted: "Words like that
are improper, blasphemous.
Just to be on the first step
should make you happy and proud.
To have reached this point is no small achievement:
what you've done already is a wonderful thing.
Even this first step
is a long way above the ordinary world.
To stand on this step
you must be in your own right
a member of the city of ideas.
And it's a hard, unusual thing
to be enrolled as a citizen of that city.
Its councils are full of Legislators
no charlatan can fool.
To have reached this point is no small achievement:
what you've done already is a wonderful thing."
("The First Step," by C. P. Cavafy)
One forgets how exhausting and only mildly fulfilling food service can be. I don't like my new job but I think that's mostly because I don't like working in general. That sounds ridiculous.
I am so incredibly tired of this political "season." Is it a season? Should it be? If it's a season, like a TV season or a sports season, why is it about three times as long by now?
I am tired of everything being so expensive. I am tired of not being able to find a plane ticket to Paris for less than $1000. Used to be you could find an el cheapo one for at least $800. But with oil at $115 a barrel...
I can only wait in restless anticipation for what is promised to be a life-changing summer. And two whole months with my Jules. If only we could schedule a good two months to commit to one friend all the time, that would be lovely. When is my heart moving here?
I leave at the beginning of June. Maybe you'll see me again in the states, maybe not. Depends on who wins this election...
Please come see my play, and say real and true things about it to me.
The young poet Evmenis
complained one day to Theocritos:
"I've been writing for two years now
and I've composed only one idyll.
It's my single completed work.
I see, sadly, that the ladder
of Poetry is tall, extremely tall;
and from this first step I'm standing on now
I'll never climb any higher."
Theocritos retorted: "Words like that
are improper, blasphemous.
Just to be on the first step
should make you happy and proud.
To have reached this point is no small achievement:
what you've done already is a wonderful thing.
Even this first step
is a long way above the ordinary world.
To stand on this step
you must be in your own right
a member of the city of ideas.
And it's a hard, unusual thing
to be enrolled as a citizen of that city.
Its councils are full of Legislators
no charlatan can fool.
To have reached this point is no small achievement:
what you've done already is a wonderful thing."
("The First Step," by C. P. Cavafy)
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Yay!
TO ONE AND TO ALL:
YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO MY VERY FIRST PRODUCTION IN NYC!
This promises to be a truly unique event, and I and my collaborators really hope you can attend. Drinks will be prepared and served onstage -- so there's at least some entertainment value guaranteed!
I HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!
Thanks and all best,
Gordon Walker
MacB@McK
a Macbeth event
after Shakespeare's Scottish play
with Alex Beck, Chris Cornwell, Justin Goodemoot,
Laura Harrison, Zach Harvey, Mark Jaynes,
Tom Kelly, Daniel LeBlanc, and Seth Miller
fights by Alex Sovronsky
directed by Gordon Walker
produced by Mia Katigbak
255 McKIBBIN STREET #202
BROOKLYN
Brooklyn-bound L to Montrose Ave
FRIDAY, APRIL 25 and SATURDAY, APRIL 26
8:00 PM (Drinks @ 7:30)
Drinks prepared and served ONSTAGE!
Party to follow!
Admission:
A bottle of something,
a six-pack of something,
or $5
(or all of the above)
For more info:
or (225) 571-9179
WE BETTER SEE YOU THERE!
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