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Art and Heart: Catch-up post
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Friday, 28 August 2009. It's raining in Indianapolis today, and most of my time has been spent in this coffee shop. We have our last two shows in the next two days, and then, early Monday morning, the group disperses and Diogo and I head to Minneapolis. Her reply: "No.". And so it should come as no surprise to me, really...
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Art and Heart: June 2009
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Thursday, 25 June 2009. I still don't feel as though I have much of a handle on LA. I'm beginning to understand more and more why people say you *have* to have a car to live here. it's just so sprawling! Monday, 15 June 2009. She said. "I go down there all the time! Turns out she wasn't kidding. This past Thursday sh...
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Art and Heart: July 2009
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Thursday, 16 July 2009. Is the most incredible article. Wednesday, 15 July 2009. It's only a one-off, and who knows how often these will come up, but even just to have ONE day of work under my belt feels like such a relief. How nice to feel like a productive member of society once more! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Art and Heart: September 2009
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Monday, 14 September 2009. Good times, good friends. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). This is me singing. Two parts twee, three parts "Wheee! View my complete profile. How I Spend My Time at Work. Overheard in New York. Stuff What They Wrote. If I Only Had A Blog. In the Quiet of my Heart. Stuff What I Wrote.
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Art and Heart: Cat in my Lap
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Monday, 19 October 2009. Cat in my Lap. It's good to be feeling good again. September was a really rough month. I was dealing with a lot of Big Questions (What do I want my life to look like? Where do i want to be? How do I create the art I want to create? Where do I create it? What IS that art? What is important to me?
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Art and Heart: Good times, good friends
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Monday, 14 September 2009. Good times, good friends. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This is me singing. Two parts twee, three parts "Wheee! View my complete profile. How I Spend My Time at Work. Overheard in New York. Stuff What They Wrote. If I Only Had A Blog. In the Quiet of my Heart. Stuff What I Wrote.
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Art and Heart: January 2009
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Thursday, 29 January 2009. It is one of the serendiptious beauties of life that so often when you are in search of an answer, it appears. Yesterday, when I was melancholic and life seemed uncertain, possibilities appeared that have galvanised and excited me, and once again I'm ready to take on the world. I'm in Portugal ...
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Art and Heart: February 2009
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Friday, 20 February 2009. Once upon a time there was a princess. Tonight, after dinner, while discussing family histories and weddings and the like and looking through old photo albums, Mom was inspired to bring up from the basement a huge. Box full of Isabel-related paraphernalia. Stories. Lots and lots of stories.
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Art and Heart: Prelude to Bite of the Night, by Howard Barker
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Sunday, 3 July 2011. Prelude to Bite of the Night, by Howard Barker. They brought a woman from the street. And made her sit in the stalls. Obliging her to share a little of her life with actors. But I don't understand art. Sit still, they said. But I don't want to see sad things. Sit still, they said. It was beyond me.
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Art and Heart: July 2011
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Sunday, 3 July 2011. Prelude to Bite of the Night, by Howard Barker. They brought a woman from the street. And made her sit in the stalls. Obliging her to share a little of her life with actors. But I don't understand art. Sit still, they said. But I don't want to see sad things. Sit still, they said. It was beyond me.