Yesterday in terms of art I talked to students about due dates, not art, and I thought about chairs, food, and money in regard to a literary event, not art. Like 20 degrees of kevin bacon for art. Next week it’ll be litquake, egos like mine gnawing at their cages and pining for a starfuck, but I am going to set my mind to making it about art. Maybe friendship. Maybe dancin’. Insert “The First Thing the Baby Did Wrong” here.
Today I’m going to a Levy Dance rehearsal to give them a read on the piece they’re making now. These are the dancers I collaborated with last year and it is so scary and exciting to read in a language I don’t know. I watch the piece and tell them what I saw.