My boy Archer just called me from Arizona to read me a Pablo Neruda poem he translated into English. That was it. A long distance call on a Saturday night so that one heterosexual man could read another poetry.
There ARE moments in my life that are filled with beauty and void of violence and hatred (just not this week).
I have these amazing friends who I don’t spend enough time with, and their mere existence means there are more people in the world like them.
I think I have a bad e-mail address for you….so………
I will post it here… Would you like to come see The Goat with me next Friday (the 24th) – it seems like a long way off, but we’re busy folks and I get to be a crazy bitch when I have no plan. The director says The Goat is about unconditional commitment, I read it, and I think it’s about a guy who likes to fuck a goat… but whatever, goat love makes for good theatre. Give me a call or e-mail and let me know what you think…
– Liana
BTW – Suzanne mentioned something about a fundraising plan for Nighthawks? I’d like to help out if I can.