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Dolores Boys- “South to North”

This song is featured in my curated HATCH piece: Trop penser me font amours. (Love makes me think too much.) You can still get tickets HERE.

… And that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

One Hundred Years of Solitude-

R.I.P. Gabriel Garcia Marquez

(Source: themoonisgreen)

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HATCH: A FESTIVAL OF DEVISED PERFORMANCE

APRIL 24TH, 26TH & 27TH @ 8PM

JOE GOODE ANNEX, 401 ALABAMA ST, SF

GET YOUR TICKETS HERE

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Consider: the darkening ease, the brightening trouble, the pleasure pleasure because it was, the pain pain because it shall be; the glad acts grown proud, the proud acts growing stubborn; the panting and trembling towards a being gone, a being to come; and the true true no longer, and the false true not yet. And to decide not to smile after all, sitting in the shade, hearing the cicadas, wishing it were night, wishing it were morning, saying, No, it is not the heart, no, it is not the liver, no, it is not the prostate, no, it is not the ovaries, no, it is muscular, it is nervous.
-Samuel Beckett

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O Viridissima Virga- Hildegard von Bingen

Working on this for Lili Weckler’s piece in HATCH. Beautiful to work on this magical creature’s music.

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As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Pablo Neruda

HAPPY NEW MOON!

(Source: goodreads.com)

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                   BRAN CASTLE, ROMANIA 
Hardcore crushing & wishing & hoping….
                    (by Béla Török)

                   BRAN CASTLE, ROMANIA

Hardcore crushing & wishing & hoping….

                    (by Béla Török)

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…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’
Friedrich Nietzsche (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

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who gazed upon a sailor felt the hit the heart hit hard
the heart-struck hard-struck soft dissolving into love like solid gold

Ondine by Katherine Sherman

Risk Is This at The Cutting Ball Theater March 7-8th

This play is so beautiful. It makes me sswwoooon.

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               R.I.P. Bill Hicks (12/16/61-2/26/94)

               R.I.P. Bill Hicks (12/16/61-2/26/94)

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