Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Day 365
3:30 pm
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one
–
ichi,
number one
breath
there once
was one channel
between our lips
one ball, one tether
one push to
pull the other
after all this time
we now exist for
only one reason
to say, even the
best things are not
meant to last
no first or
last, such is
a lesson of beauty
when what is light
can carry the weight
of no meaning
initial breath shall
become final breath,
death and rebirth
there is no longer
one, or any, line
between us
ichi,
radical,
last breath
–
–
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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