... and the best i can do (and perhaps all of us, especially the ones, who will allow themselves to feel it, without considering themselves silly and/ or too intense) is to experience it as calmly and in good anticipating manner as possible... hmmm...
tricky...
changes and upheaval
explosive and surprising
positive
queen Bees on friday was purple and good fun; the music was good, as i want it; kate played some blinding tunes and very well thought out and nicole indulged happily into an array of genres and timescales... we danced... we played with the purple balloons, we ate the heart shaped chocolate, we stuck glitter on our faces and we had dabs of pure lavender perfume on our bodies... we watched maria's fabulous shorts and animations (i asked her to do it as a send off - she's off to sweden for an animation course she's been accepted in and as sweet as she is and talented and a good friend; we share love pains and grains together; she said yes)... sophie, yet again, documented these moments with zeal and passion (so grateful to her for taking the photographs for the third time)... new faces mingled with the old and the aircon hepled us breath in the freshly painted black basement...
proloque; book lauch, performances and ideas spilled in the narrow built georgian 4 storey house in king's cross; great building and the obscurity and richness of work suited it fine.
at peckham with pia later for wine, chips, half a veggie burger and a good natter
speakeasy at the arcola theatre for jet's spoken word fest; missed iris, but got the rest on queer, trans, babies, football, tabloid and the general socio- political- gender - queer effort and understanding to be a person. fun and clever.
chat with sophie in the car outside the joiners; i lasted 10 minutes, a coke and a cigarette, i was bored, but also, joiners reminds me of different kinds of episodes, which despite their ridiculousness, i recall them fondly...
something's good is cooking... i have been saying for a while...
