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A bit wound up
Today is World AIDS Day; after the past few chaotic, often fun but occasionally fairly awful days, I need to get my brain around a BBC interview in the morning, and then I have the afternoon to somehow get my thoughts in order to find something to say at tonight’s vigil. It’s a bit like…
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Dialectic of Enlightenment
I open the door, turn on the light and smile in your direction. Fog burns away, the morning glows. Fractured reflection, light from your arms. I touch them often. Much later, in the hospital,spots like acid burnson your bloated torso. Sea-waves in your eyes; the waitress loves your jokes. I lean back into golden haze.…
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AIDS and Memory
[Speech for the second World AIDS Day vigil in Newcastle, UK, on December 1, 2005. My speech for the 2004 vigil is here.] It’s a difficult thing, to lose someone… but we still have the stories, the memories. A couple of weeks ago, I received a fairly large package from an obscure address in the…
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[a] Lear
[A performance text I wrote in 1985 in Los Angeles, under the influence of having played Cornwall in Robert Wilson’s strange but beautiful workshop/performance art version of Lear at UCLA.] Cast consists of three men (M 1, 2, 3) and two women (F 1, 2), on microphones. The piece can be heard as a recording,…
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Drive the cold winter away
Remarkable how often I’ve seen complaints about ‘November’ bandied about lately – a sort of automatic disparagement, comments made that assume we all hate this month. Although I don’t enjoy winter weather, I always thought of November as a somehow noble (ennobled, ennobling?), rather dignified, austere kind of month; there is a seriousness about it,…
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He is just going to wake up
I’ve spoken elsewhere about Nachiketas (his story, my name, a poem) – whose name means ‘he is just going to wake up.’ I always tend to concentrate on his name/story/meaning as that of the boy who makes friends with Death; it occurs to me tonight, as I reflect on how unawake I have been for…
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