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01.nov.08 / 5:53pm
'symphony 6 : fair thee well & the requiem mix'/ emily wells
anyone who knows me ...
knows me well knows i wear my emotions.
it is hard for me to pretend ..
oh, i've tried ..
and why?
why pretend at all ...
when one is wee,
one may not know any better
.
shall we call it human conditioning .
and only when i have felt it necessary .
at times, i will dive deep & head first into a state of apparent darkness,
the descent stinging emotions into life, full bloom ahead .
i rarely keep my visits to the lighthouse long
..
returning to the shores of my gentler, kinder self
–my visits can feel like an eternity–
and on the way back, i like to feed the sea pigeons
i've been told i was a sad child.
... only during certain years
i had my reasons
i was a pensive creature
.... daydreaming to music;
laying my head upon piano keys pretending
i could become a chopin by osmosis;
an artist, an inventor, a dreamer who died young
running, leaping over the tallest bushes in my path as far into the woods i could find.
as far away from them
i was Shape-Shifter .
Teleporter .
pippi longstocking's bastard, illegimate sister from across the sea
a secret .
only i knew these things about myself.
with the one skeleton key to the treasure chest in the attic .
if you were special and owned an invisibility cloak,
well,
you might get to see the map i buried near the olive tree and maybe even ..
maybe even have a peek at the new language i was creating .. very hieroglyphic .
i was not so sad.
i lived an entire, full world within .
all my own .
perhaps i believed i should keep these tidbits about myself a secret ...
or Else
banishment to the borders of Outer Darkness by ... ahem
... The Others?
i should have instead been cackling my little tooshie to elementary school Every Single Morning..
delighting in the sheer absurdity of ...
ahhhh, only as i gathered some years,
did it ever occur to me i might rejoice with my many imaginary
friends out in public.
indeed.
let us raise our glasses in honor of the UnSeen, Forgotten and UnForgotten .
. . . . i haven't heard a peep from the Imaginary Ones in years...
so, when i sound down, don't worry, it's only temporary .
it's the russian in me...
it's the latin in me...
i need my vodka and a flamenco guitar.
meanwhile .
.. back to some semblance of reality here in los angeles, ca
for the cartographers out there with a sextant :: 34∞03'N 118∞15'W
michael, my film partner, has finally passed onto me his beautiful film, Lorenzo
i am compressing it now and will have it up on this site within a few days
so, if you are interested, take a gander.
it is roughly 20 minutes in length.
i will be posting one of the films we worked on together soon.
it may be only the trailer at first, which i believed would be complete by now ..
the trailer that is..
we are excited to be moving forward .. especially with the period piece ..
an extraordinary story.
magic, hope, la belle epoque ... and for me, a little vintage erotica
.
. for those I left behind, in a suit case of fire flies, find ya,
. I wanna treat you right, never leave you beggin and cryin.
. Coming down the mountain in a wet carriage,
. full speed like a spent marriage.
. I got more than enough to keep me whole.
. For once I'm not slightly out of control.
. Got crazy dreams when it breaks morning, everyday, a requiem.
. These morning dreams are just like memories
'symphony 6 : fair thee well & the requiem mix'/ emily wells
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