Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Day 336
12:41 pm; 2:17 am
–
Genius.
–
.
.
She.
.
I(t’)s not what you expect.
You might
erase the
curve,
so that only
He
appears.
Chalkboards
raise us to believe
old men
with glasses and
wild hair or
feathered swords
are the ones to
yield that
magic wand.
but
She.
Doesn’t much accompany
convention.
She.
Struggles
with your theories
then
Makes better sense of them.
She.
Places stock in
unborn dreams,
the umbilical cord
between mythos and
intuition.
She
excavates
Knowledge,
lives
Experience,
ingests
Wisdom
and
spits
Compassion.
.
and
That.
Is
genius.
–
–
tkk
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About traciakemi
traci akemi kato-kiriyama - inter/multi-disciplinary theatre/performance artist, arts educator, cultural worker, community organizer. Tuesday Night Project; theatre, performance, writing, and teaching projects with many organizations and artists including: zero 3; Edge of The World for Asian Arts Initiative in Philadelphia and the National Asian American Theatre Festival in New York; "PULL" with Kennedy Kabasares in San Francisco; Nobuko Miyamoto and Great Leap Collaboratory I; TeAda; NCRR; Oymun's 11.
Playwright for "Chasing Dad - a performance of a reading about a play i'm writing" presented by Inside the Ford for the Ford's Summer Playwright series.
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