ambient notes #37: Non Major, Sacred, Susie Bright

Abby Crain posted the video of The Non Major Show at The Subterranean ArtHouse from last Saturday night. (All, a benefit for the Foxing It show--go see it at the Subterranean, 9/30-10/1.) 


Being around performance artists heals me and makes me more alive in a thousand ways. I want to get closer to that. Also, I want to non major everything in my life in a major way. I love this idea of non major. It is the idea for my year.

http://www.vimeo.com/28971099

She set me up to do palmetry quietly in the corner, during intermission.Stroked strangers’ wrists. Met a girl just post- bicicleta, who is making decisions. tried to seal direction in. Then stole Buuck’s whiskey. Perfect, low key. High key. A male escort form Mendocino and a guy with an accordion stole my heart. “Come along again with me and breathe this way."

Now, thinking of Mina Loy and The Sacred Prostitute, I lift this, non majorally, from the Harriet blog http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2011/09/mina-loy-triple-canopy-and-the-sacred-prostitute/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+HarrietTheBlog+%28Harriet%3A+The+Blog%29

Woman for me is the maze of abortive experience deflecting me from the consummate nucleus—the unique affinity of whose existence no disappointments will ever be able to dissuade me. I went out to meet life open-handed with such good-will, without prejudice, without criticism—I scoured the streets—plunged into society—“touched pitch”—dissolved myself in amorous mysticism—yet, I have never been able to solve the problem of love.

AND, I just saw that Susie Bright is doing a show at the Victoria Theater this Saturday. I SO want to go, Susie has been a kind of hero of my summer.  Labor, Temansters and sex…http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/187368

Among the cognoscenti, blue movies became historic. I was lucky to wander in, like Alice with a bottle of something blue and a label that said, “Eat Me.” I’m very glad I did. Unlike Alice, I never went back to being small.

I am screeching to a halt, still screeching, but getting something back underneath me. apparently, what I do best is “hide in my open-ness”.