amadeus

http://www.atlanticballet.ca/en/amadeus/

few days ago, my mom took the O.G. to the ballet here in HP,

it was very nice.

similar to last year's The Wedding, in the respect that it was classical ballet with a contemporary touch.

the production was Amadeus, and it was tops! very enjoyable, although the particular company wasnt' the most technical troupe i've seen. i t was nice, the ballet was nice and it's one of my favorite stories in cultural history.

thanks mom...

family values

how is raising a pverty-stricken, undereducated,
parentless individual more moral than abortion?

a poem about us?

Poem: "Unwise Purchases" by George Bilgere from Haywire.
(c) UtahState University Press.
Reprinted with permission.

Unwise Purchases

They sit around the house not doing much of anything: the boxed set of the complete works of Verdi, unopened.The complete Proust, unread:

The French-cut silk shirts which hang like expensive ghosts in the closet and make me look exactly like the kind of middle-aged man who would wear a French-cut silk shirt:

The reflector telescope I thought would unlock the mysteries of the heavens but which I only used once or twice to try to find something heavenly in the windows of the high-rise down the road, and which now stares disconsolately at the ceiling when it could be examining the Crab Nebula:

The 30-day course in Spanish whose text I never opened,whose dozen cassette tapes remain unplayed,

save for Tape One, where I never learned whether the suave Americanconversing with a sultry-sounding desk clerk at a Madrid hotel about the possibility of obtaining a room actually managed to check in.

I like to thinkthat one thing led to another between them and that by Tape Six or sothey're happily married and raising a bilingual child in Seville or Terra Haute.

But I'll never know.
Suddenly I realizeI have constructed the perfect homefor a sexy, Spanish-speaking astronomer who reads Proust while listening to Italian arias,

and I wonder if somewhere in this teeming city there lives a woman with, say, a fencing foil gathering dust in the corner near her unused easel, a rainbow of oil paints drying in their tubes

on the table where the violins he bought on a whim lies entombed in the permanent darkness of its locked casenext to the abandoned chess set,

a woman who has always dreamed of becoming the kind of woman the man I've always dreamed of becoming has always dreamed of meeting.

And while the two of them discuss star clusters and Cézanne, while they fence delicate lying Castilian Spanish to the strains of Rigoletto,

she and I will stand in the steamy kitchen,
fixing up a little risotto,
enjoying a modest cabernet,
while talking over a day so ordinary
as to seem miraculous.

i wnat it all

Adventure seeker on an empty street
Just an alley creeper light on his feet
A young fighter screaming with no time for doubt
With the pain and anger cant see a way outIt aint much Im asking I heard him say

Gotta find me a future
move out of my way

I want it all
I want it all
I want it all and I want it now

I want it all
I want it all
I want it all and I want it now

Listen all you people come gather round
I gotta get me a game plan gotta shake you to the ground
Just give me what I know is mine
People do you hear me just give me the signIt aint much
Im asking if you want the truth
Heres to the future for the dreams of youth

I want it all (give it all)
I want it all
I want it all and I wantIt now
Im a man with a one track mind
So much to do in one life time (people do you hear me)
Not a man for compromise and wheres and whys and living
Lies
So Im living it all (yes Im living it all)


queen