Day 352 – a lone bulb dangling

Thursday, August 18, 2011
Day 352
3:16 pm; 12:22 am

a lone bulb dangling; Artists live


mouth opens from ceiling
of bedroom closet

throat extends from there to
front of house

seven years yet have never dared
creep into the belly

aren’t attics for dress forms,
webs and White people?

besides there might be a ghost
hanging on the lone pull chain




Dad liked going up there to dream
of future expansion

Said to be careful for there is only
one light for me to find

He could stand straight up
in the middle

He always felt most comfortable
in that position

He still pokes his head through the
cracks from time to time


Artists (at our best)

Artists live the life imagined
before they knew it was called
work or challenge

before it was labeled as fantasy
or impossible

before it was deemed novel or
even original

to be continued…:)



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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