Monday, December 16, 2013

Stories

Once upon a time,
There was a story that came to an end.

Just as it was nearing the finish line,
Another story began.

This story met the First.

In their brief meeting, 
Before the First finished,
The two begat a Third story.

It then stood in the legacy of the First.

The Second and Third stories became friends as the First disappeared.

Their friendship begat yet another story.

As the Second grew old, the Third became sad.

“I am afraid of what will happen when you end,”
Wept the Third.

Little did it know, the story that the Second and Third created also created a few stories of its own.

The Fourth created a new story with the Second (the Fifth) and another with Third (the Sixth).
The Fifth created new stories with the Second, Third, Fourth, and Sixth.
The Sixth, stories with the Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth.

As the Third wept in the presence of the aging Second, the Second simply smiled at the Third.

“You fear the future when the present has already become the past. Look around you. You and I are a part of all of the stories we have created together and we will continue to be a part of the stories yet to come. When you feel alone or worried, visit with one of the stories we have created. In them, you will find me. But, more importantly, you will find yourself.”

As the Second whispered its final words, it dissolved into a small light that burst into a million pieces and struck each of the stories previously created.

Upon impact of each photon, a new story burst from each of the old.

As the Third watched this beautiful duplication take place, a single tear fell from its eye.

This tear struck the ground and from the puddle burst yet one more story.

The Third lifted the newborn story from the ground and spoke softly,

“Welcome to our great family, where you are never truly alone.”

An inquisitive look crossed the newborn’s face.
“What shall I call all of these stories?”

The Third smiled and answered, simply,

“Life."

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Winter Blues

So, I'm fairly certain I don't have any followers but I figured I would put a little blog post up. 

For those of you that don't know, I'm about to finish my degree program for my MFA in Theatre Performance. It has been a long and tough three years mentally and emotionally. I am excited for it to come to an end and proud to announce that I have been invited to interview at the University of West Georgia for the Assistant Professor of Theatre position in Voice and Movement. 

I am terribly excited for this new juncture in life, but I must admit that I am moving onward with a heavy heart. 

Pathetic, I know, but I am worried about my love life. As someone who has only had one true experience that I would consider an actual "boyfriend" situation, I fear I will spend a large portion of my near future quite alone. These trepidations are only increased by the fact that I have recently met some wonderful people that I truly wish could join me on this next venture. I know this will not be the case, and thus the following poem was born:

Wandering through t his wilderness,
Wondering who and why. 
How these triumphs break me?
How these failures shape me?

Day goes by and night fall comes,
Slowly stand I waiting.
Whispering.
Hoping.
Praying.
Fellating.
Despairing.
Elating.

If in the end we are as we were,
How can we presume the better ness to come?

I try,
You go.
He laughs,
I sigh.

When will the vapid insincerity fade and genuine truth arise?
Through tragedy?
Romance?
Terror and activism?

These labels have left me in a hollow shell
Assuming the verisimilitude of my own experience.
What are my credentials?
How do I prove them to you?
What's in a name...that which we call a fag by any other name is still as fierce. 

Let me show you how I am,
Let me prove who.
This is he.
He is mine.
I am his.
He is absent.
I am overruled.

One chance.

Scope the land and send me someone willing to follow.
Not blindly or with servitude,
But with faith
In me and himself
To pursue the progress of society together.
Send me a partner.

He and I will change the world.

Is that too much to ask?