If I were a musician or singer I would simply cover the song over and over. But as writer and performer I need to find another entrance into the quintessential secular hymn. A meditation, a rehearsal. Solitary, yet linked, signature actions in one’s life toward the final breath.
Monthly Archives: May 2019
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Concrete Poem
“You have to pull your stomach up high to turn your solar plexus into a terrorist.” –Hijikata