July 25, 2009
If my jaw were loose I would speak in third person. I would be an actress.
A Screen test screened her out. Fitted little black dress, cropped black hair, high cheekbones, perfect teeth. She gets tunnel vision when she speaks in tongues. (Opposite, this is autobiographical)
Honest, I just prefer 3rd person. Princesses are hard to find in first person. Loose lips and jaws crunch the numbers for a new job. The tarot cards guide. See, she gotta dream. Bignumbers. Big houses. Big yard. Big book, really, a bestseller. “I’m almost on welfare, does it count? “
“Mebbe I could sell 3 out of 8 books and make 3 billion dollar movies—a couple of shorts. But I guess I could always fall back on poetry, something like night trains and Pat Metheny, dark skies of a Slow Train in the 3rd movement, something like-Steve Reich. So whoa baby, you know what else? I live just near and far enough away from the train. Too close and I’d get on. Too far and I cry.”
All night long she dreamt tigers. She walked him to the pier. A carousel building, painted scepters.
“Does the King know we left?”
“ INasmucH as he saw me leave, I begged forgiveness, reminded him of Eric Satie and the ballet we wrote. I left him in his chambers.
I begged, “How beautiful she is on stage–her stance, the music!”
He answered, “polar bears.” I fell down.
He carried me to the moat. I saw the nuns and monks along the bridge. Layers of velvet, linen, silk and gold. Lots of gold. The carriage followed lions with shields and elephants with coat of arms. He wore a simple crown. He sought clarity charity. Could be polar bears, could be penguins.
Loves Ben Sherman and has portraits in
Black and white frames of winter. Winter.
It is too embarrassing to know this—too
Embarrassing to write when she watches
Through blinds blinded. Blinde sided
4:2 or 5’7” bomb shelled in Greek
Aesthetics of symmetry
the alpha of Beauty a bottomline
Ratio of me to her. Gilded moonlight
The songs reveal her writing
Anonymously writing love songs
To J. Alfred, for him who knew
the Michelangelo in everyone.
Is lit and shaking
Warble down the martinis
Or champagne think costumes and disguises no
Think agaiin agaiiin of Japanese
Karacter. The Danish do know
Their films and personas know
Wim Wenders’ black coats
Evenings under a snow white
Sky train route. Midnight passport
Checks and sleeping cars…I am getting
Serengeti drowsy already.
Elizabeth Terrazas I’m working on a Project in which music, poetry, theatre and dance is synthesized with Technology in a performance piece called, “Rivers, A work in progress” using Minimalist composers: Steve Reich, John Adams, Sakamoto, Satie, and others.
So: Santa Fe & Art of the Wild workshops led to CCA & MFA. Now: Poet, Painter; Began painting at JFKU, Orinda…along with Consciousness classes and received undergrad degree. Started a Reading Series, Aardvark, “What the Hell is Algebra?”, “Duende” , “Awkward” – Exhibited at Mission Cultural Center in SF for “Solo Mujeres: Spirit” painting exhibition. Featured reader at San Francisco Public Library, “Latin American Bilingual Poetry Event” with Jose Tagua & Rolando Carrillo.
Anyway it all coalesces into Sustainability, Compassion, and Social Entrepreneurship/the Philanthropic movement around us with a Holistic view of Sustainability in how we care for the planet mirrored in how we care for each other, ourselves and every living thing.
Current Exhibit at Cockadoodle Cafe==Downtown Oakland, Washington Street until 8/15, “Acme Poetry: Visual Poetry and Literal Paintings”. Looks at the high speed innovative technology as well as avarice and financial tumultuous times.