lightning

May I be to one side of lightning.

 

If grace is like lightning to our eyes, or – where did I read that it’s like the cry of a child in a neighboring apartment? specific and universal – then we look to be the darkness or silence through which the light or flash of sound pass, knowing that the grace is none of me, but through me.

 

A play is that through which grace moves. A play is best when nothing. That’s why it’s so much work – we have to layer form after form and ideal on ideal, because things are all we have to make nothing out of

[image from yermedea, in prod at brown prior to la mama in nov…]

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