When I say a long time, I’m talking months. It’s funny. A lot of people tend to say, “We should do this…” or “How about we…” and never come through. Since I met Rick, I’ve recognized him as family. And although my head and earthly life get kicked from here to high hell – he never gives up on me. His patience and unconditional love toward me remind me of the benefits of a human incarnation.
I can’t wait for the product of our next production.
I spent time tonight reading my work and recording my voice. One edit only – no second takes.
As I’ve said before, reading my work out loud makes me want to puke. I’ve never considered myself a poet, I’m certainly not a spoken word artist. But for what it’s worth… my shit spoken is a gut punching delicacy.
Watch this space.
My brain processes existence in verse. I literally absorb daily actions in fragmented phrases. Reading them out loud is difficult. It’s uncomfortable and awkward.
There are few people I trust enough to explore that space with. Not that I don’t love everyone… trust is different. And no, I’m not saying that to sound like a hard ass. It’s a weak quality, nothing I reckon earns me creds.
But all that aside. I cannot wait to hear, feel, and experience the next piece of art that Rick and I create.