Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Green Moto Mama Moving On.
Annie Golden's coming over to work on some photographs Friday night, so I'm looking thru the photos, searching for the ones she might want, and I come across the roll from closing night. A great sadness washes over me, and I think about the experience: Nothing like it ever was, and nothing like it ever will be again.
And then I see this picture that Thekla took closing night on the green motorbikes in the lobby of New World Stages.
So I will pin this over my desk to remind me that LeDuck opened and closed, the world spun, the sun rose and set, the homeless still inhabit the sidewalks, our boys are still dying in Iraq and Judge Judy is still on 55 at 10, and I am still and again typing, writing, typing, laying down words across the page like dirtbike tracks in the dust.
Green Moto Mama, Moving on.
And then I see this picture that Thekla took closing night on the green motorbikes in the lobby of New World Stages.
So I will pin this over my desk to remind me that LeDuck opened and closed, the world spun, the sun rose and set, the homeless still inhabit the sidewalks, our boys are still dying in Iraq and Judge Judy is still on 55 at 10, and I am still and again typing, writing, typing, laying down words across the page like dirtbike tracks in the dust.
Green Moto Mama, Moving on.
