Day 232 – moments of a moment; don’t

Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Day 232
1:02 am

moments of a moment

first time,
seventy second time,
five minutes,
sixty five minutes,

starving or well fed,
well rested or
just plugged in
after rushing
through traffic
while visualizing
the pre-show set-up
and practicing
the set to be ready
for singing back-up

no time,
every time,
hurry every second,
hold for ten minutes,

hungry or belly full,
fighting fatigue
while introducing
bloggers to students,
hosts to managers,
and letting worry
come later
on how
your next
job interview will go

another time,
this time,
relish every minute,
watch the hours roll,

thirsty or sated,
wanting to speak
but seeking those
who need the
while dreaming
on your next step,
your evolving role

one time,
two time,
time surges,
time stops,

neither satisfied
or desperate,
we feel full and
can’t wait to talk
about this later
sitting across
the table,
laughing in the
parking lot,
in tomorrow’s
feeling everyone
who was present,
filling in everyone
who was missed
and missed out

creating what
we want to be
seeing the best
of what we can

for minutes
that lead to full nights
in full spaces,
that lead to lifetime
for all that can be
felt in a moment


don’t even try

don’t even try
to walk to the mic
if it’s not real
if it’s not
crushing your soul
to stay silent
for the story
leaping alongside
spirits leading you
to truncate your ego
and make way
for the song
passing through
the vessel
of your timbre

don’t bother taking
to twisting, adjusting
the mic stand until
it is just so,
readying yourself
for public display
unless it is you
who is brave
enough to be barren
before your peers,
judged by all,
loved by none,
and you could care
less because you
believe to the core in
what needs to be said
so you let it be said

don’t wish for
accolades and fan clubs
and praise and applause
without doing the work
of discipline and loving
the occupation
behind creating
and rewriting and work
and study and criticism
and self-criticism
and reworking the reworking
you do because you
know this is the best
way to express
the worst of you

this is your operation,
your assignment,
your classroom,
your auto shop,
your barbers chair,
your laboratory,
your rendering,
your blueprint,
your boardroom,
your fighter jet,
your forest,
your sailboat,
your court,
your bench

don’t even try
to hide
behind grandiose
and seasoned
no matter the sheen
or the trickery,
i won’t believe you



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. View all posts by traciakemi

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