The Alvar Aalto vase in the corner of the room is full of a bouquet of tulips I picked up at the Market before getting on the ferry a couple days ago. Why so rare that I buy flowers? Un-necessary expense in a tight year, and all recent last years have been tight. Seems all years have been tight. And yet here I am living rent-free in a small flat in a UNESCO World Heritage site complex, getting a small stipend to be an artist.
But anyway. Pure silent morning, even the far-away sound of the city has vanished, warm, the frost on the roof across the courtyard is only lingering in the shadows. Probably should do a ride this morning with the vidcam. Pick up some quiet ambiance. But will take the day slow whatever.
Son(net) subterfuge over. Didn’t get a debrief from Josephine yet. Seemed to go okay, I had one VDMX glitch, and a restart, but since she also had a stream from NYC, it seemed to work okay, from the limited view I had of the performance via their QuickTime stream. Choreography could have been tighter — at least my knowledge of the cycling — but overall, I think it went well. Probably the most formal outgoing streamed performance I’ve had before. I was nervous even!
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Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,
And burn the long-liv’d phoenix, in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet’st,
And do whate’er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O! carve not with thy hours my love’s fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty’s pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young
— William Shakespeare
