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6/18/15 09:31 am

Last night, I dreamed I was on a rooftop taking photos with two of my friends. Does it matter that I watched my white arm loop through Marcus' thin, dark arm? My hand hold Corey's, black and soft? It didn't then, these are the normal details of our lives. I should be wearing sunscreen. We saw, suddenly, the tide coming in quickly, and before we could comprehend, a giant wave raced to our city (Brooklyn? Jersey? Something of the two?). Foaming with white fury and a blue haze. We wanted to run. This was unexpected. Or was it - why didn't we know this was going to happen? Had we ignored the earthquake? Should we run? We jump to another roof, we run, we jump again. I realize that the wave will have crashed before us, I watch it crash, I see people swallowed. I think, we need to conserve energy to swim. I lose them in the wave. I end up on a bridge, Brooklyn maybe. I am heartbroken. Sobbing, mourning. I wake up, heart in throat. It is 3am. I remind myself where I am - Queens, bed, home. I walk through the science in my head - an earthquake would have been recorded, somewhere, there would be evacuation sounds, it would be organized chaos. These things are extremely rare here because the tectonic plates are more settled here. False security. No, breathe. 3:15am. There are garbage trucks outside. Recyclables. The men are laughing. It's 3am, I want to remind them. Some of us have our windows open. Some of us are sleeping, and some of us are trying to. 4am. I nap. 6am the news on the radio clicks on. A church shooting, white fury.

5/8/15 08:37 am - Batter

There is a time and place,
where it means baseball,
bright sun and worn leather gloves,
soft and green;

where it means cakes
quietly rising in the oven,
warm and sweet,

no longer black and blue. 

4/11/15 11:06 am - Luigi & Judith

The elders are becoming ancestors.

1.
Amidst the tiny, hard factions
that exist amongst us
between uptown and down,
between spit-shining the
fourth wall and blowing it up
(perhaps without the walls,
the damn glass ceiling will
come down),
between the elegance of
a fourth position lunge
and the erratic ecstasy
of deconstructed dervishes,
long, curvy Broadway connects
the despondant tribes
of our ever gentrifying city.

2.
There are so many revolutions to choose from:


And when you are young and lost,
nothing is better than the elders of convictions
fighting for your mind and body; nothing is better than
doing it all; nothing is better than believing that none
of it will ever end or change.

3.
Leading with the elbow, breaking through
with the raised fist - cracking open
the heart is the only way to get anything
done no matter where you are
no matter what manifesto you
are proslytizing today -
The instructions left are clear:
chest open, chin up, put the good side
into the bad side, tremble, sweat,
never stop moving, tremble, your whole
life is a rehearsal, never stop, moving,
for the moment you are in now, good into
the bad, never stop moving - the only way
to keep the beautiful revolution
alive. Tremble. Shimmer.

4/8/15 08:56 am - On 30 poems in 30 days/and the rest of always

 
I only ever promised you
that I would try.

4/6/15 10:11 am - On the return of a child

Though they had told her
it was likely her child was dead,
she lit her prayer candles,
covered her head, and insisted
on keeping watch through the
dark, cold night, eyes and ears open.
There had been rumors,
of where, who, and when
she had been there, goading a crowd,
or playing martyr, and still others,
of her bargaining with whoever would
listen, insisting she be taken instead.
Rumor's power is in the truth left
untold, the crack of light, the possible.
It was possibility that hugged her shoulders
as she whispered into the small flames the
prayer her mother had spoken, the evensong
her mother's mother had intoned, the ancient
cry of women in darkness, the begging
of ancestors and angels.
It may have been months,
or it may have been three days,
this is not something time can measure.
It happens, and then it stops,
or it doesn't, and your whole life
becomes a vigil.
So when the call came, when the
shade lifted, when her child
returned, she unwrapped her head,
walked barefoot slowly, letting her
skin sing love's praises, knowing
no hallelujah would do.

2/26/08 04:36 pm - Sometimes, email blasts make me feel a little awesome ...

Hello friends,
 
Well, March is coming in like a lion ... Below are some updates and dates to be saved. There's something in here for everyone, so come out to what you can and support some good art!
 
+ The Mixer Series had a fabulous kick off earlier in the month. So fabulous that we'll be mixing up performance artists again in April at the Bowery Poetry Club, where we really do feel at home. Many thanks go out to The Project for their music and their willingness to work with crazy dancers. Our soloists all came in with great material and seized their moments. Our poets delivered beautifully; we found some really beautiful matches in the night. We're looking to build this into a regular series with new artists each round.
 
Dates dates dates ....
 
+ March 6,7,8,9 7:30pm/5pm: Barbara Mahler appears in SOAKING WET, curated by David Parker at the West End Theater. Those names alone tell you why you should go!
 
+ March 7,8, 14, 15 8pm: Anything Goes! presented by the Darby Players of Chaminade High School. I'm proud to say that the majority of my kids can single time-step and learned a little bit about the 1920s, Cole Porter and all his tricks. Tickets are $5. If you are on Long Island, please consider supporting these kids, they've worked hard and it should be a great rendition of a classic.
 
+ March 10, 24: We Three Productions Biweekly Reading at the Telephone Bar. this is a wonderful series, and its FREE. email telreadings@gmail.com to get on their list!
 
+ March 14, 15 8pm: Sharing the Legacy Series presented by the Hunter College Dance Program. Kaye Playhouse (E68th between Lex and Park Aves). These performances are part of a conference series held every other year at Hunter College that focuses on dance history and repretory. This year 11 colleges from across the country are coming to perform and participate in the conference. Tickets are $10, $5 students and seniors, free for Hunter students w/ID. 
 
+ March 15th, 7:30pm-2:00am: Clash of the Artists! 320 Studios, 320 West 37th Street (between 8th & 9th Ave.) Art for Progress' annual event that brings out the best in emerging art, sound, film and fashion. These are artists who know how to party. Join the fun! www.artforprogress.org (proud member by the by)
 
+ March 17 and 18, 8pm: Niles Ford/Urban Dance Collective at Dixon Place. Witness the power. www.dixonplace.org, www.nilesfordudc.com
 
+ March 20-22, 27-29, 8pm: If You See Something ... Artichoke Dance Company at Dixon Place! Artichoke is guarenteed to steal your heart as they have mine, if you haven't seen them yet, do yourself the favour and see them in this great space. Lynn even documented her work for this piece! www.artichokedance.org
 
+ April 3-5, 8pm: Hunter College Dance Company's Formal Spring Concert. Kaye Playhouse (68th between Lex and Park Aves). New works plus repertory from Susan Marshall, Blondell Cummings and Mark Morris on the Company. $10, $5 for students and seniors, free for Hunter students w/ID.
 
+ April 10th, 8pm: The Mixer Series continues!!! Bowery Poetry Club (Bowery between Bleecker and Houston). New sounds, new sites and the ultimate testing of the Chance theory. And a great bar. Really, what more could you want? Oh yeah, that's right, I host ;) a whole $3 donation. www.myspace.com/publicactsofdecency 
 
 
How, you may ask is she going to get to all these things? I don't know, but it'll be interesting ... I've had the honor of working on the majority of these shows in one capacity or another, or I've previously worked with the artists. Everything is guarenteed to be a great experience. Explore those links instead of myspace or youtube today and check out what's going on.
 
Finally, if you are an artist eager to work with someone who sends out an email with so many wonderful dates ... or you just want to perform at the Bowery Poetry Club, email us at publicactsofdecency@yahoo.com -- Submit some materials, a bio and contact info so we can throw you in the mixer!
 
Thank you everyone for your support -- keep coming, keep going, I look forward to seeing you soon!
 
Stay warm!
Patrice

2/12/08 01:48 pm - Grassrootsing It ...

Hello friends,

This is your reminder to come out this Wednesday night to Public Acts of Decency's first Mixer of 2008 at the Bowery Poetry Club. The doors open at 7:30pm, show goes 8-9:30pm, bar is open til 10pm. Admission is $3 which benefits your favourite company (us, PaOD), we're asking you to booze up a bit too (read: drink minimum). We believe its in the spirit ...

Public Acts of Deceny present
The Mixer Series!
Wed, February 13th
doors 7:30pm/Show 8pm
$3 + drinks

Featuring ... the sounds of The Project, the words of Melissa West, Dan Lau, the movements of Elesea Douglas, Gavin Alexander and more!

Come out and play!
See you Wednesday!

-Patrice 

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+ Myspace show and bulletin
+Facebook group and Event
+ Email blast
+ Livejournal
+ Blogspot. 
+ Flyers
+ Announcements to large groups of people

I think I've done all I can. I'm exhausted and broke and praying that this happening happens. 


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