Plowing my way through more plays: Lee Blessing, Neil LaBute, Jean Genet. Still trying to figure out the tape recorder thing, I'll just have to do without, I think. I think I know what my "do-over" is though...seems to be providing plenty of fuel for class this year. Didn't realize how much it bothered me, but when I touch it, it's loaded. Totally buried it to be a "good" person, but he wasn't. It was a long time ago, if I can get it out of my system, that'd be a good thing. Trying to work myself up to making phone calls (least favorite thing to do.) All for class (oh, and potential house.) So much work this quarter.
This is a Maya Angelou poem, a friend posted it a couple of days ago, and it grabbed me.
Refusal
Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave
Irreverent.
Those sweet excesses that
I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.
I defy my body's haste.
Without the promise
Of one more sweet encounter
I will not deign to die.
Maya Angelou
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