I’m not sure what to write in here.
I don’t feel particularly inspired but I feel like 7 days is another important landmark in my journey.
Rehearsal is going well for If That’s all There Is….we run it again Thursday and Friday and then we go up on Monday night. And then all my friends that have come seen it go drink with me?
We’ll see if that last part pans out…
My mom is in Ireland. She called and left a message. So she’s not dead. That is good.
People keep asking me if I’m excited. The truth is not really. It just seems kinda scary and huge at the moment. 4,000 miles is awfully far away. I’ve just decided to live in a suspended state of denial for the rest of the week.
I’ve been reading this poem by Trumbull Stickney (dear god did his parents hate him! Who names a child Trumbull?!) a lot lately too:
Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord,
Who was the Future, died full long ago.
Knowledge which is the Past is folly. Go,
Poor child, and be not to thyself abhorred.
Around thine earth sun-wingèd winds do blow
And planets roll; a meteor draws his sword;
The rainbow breaks his seven-coloured chord
And the long strips of river-silver flow:
Awake! Give thyself to the lovely hours.
Drinking their lips, catch thou the dream in flight
About their fragile hairs’ aërial gold.
Thou art divine, thou livest, — as of old
Apollo springing naked to the light,
And all his island shivered into flowers.
