December 16th, 2017

performing 12/12/17 at LEIMAY’s 2017 annual benefit gala


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photo by Brian Gonzalez @TAXIPLASM

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photo by Brian Gonzalez @TAXIPLASM

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Photo: Olga Tsitron

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Photo with Mario by Olga Tsitron

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2017 holiday card photo: Mario

because death needs time like a junkie needs junk

November 22nd, 2017


“The work of William S. Burroughs can be by turns hilarious, opaque and profane – filled with images of drugs, insects and other oddities. Though it might be fascinating, if difficult, on the page, his work really comes alive when read aloud, preferably in Burroughs’s signature deadpan drawl. And if it’s accompanied by some trippy visuals, then, all the better.

The above video is exactly that.”


“We have a new type of rule now. Not one-man rule, or rule of aristocracy or plutocracy, but of small groups elevated to positions of absolute power by random pressures, and subject to political and economic factors that leave little room for decision. They are representatives of abstract forces who have reached power through surrender of self. The iron-willed dictator is a thing of the past. There will be no more Stalins, no more Hitlers. The rulers of this most insecure of all worlds are rulers by accident, inept, frightened pilots at the controls of a vast machine they cannot understand, calling in experts to tell them which buttons to push.”

William Burroughs, Ah Pook Is Here, 1979


November 22nd, 2017

“Don’t be confused by surfaces; in the depths everything becomes law.”

Rilke, letter #4

i was wondering how long it would take to dream about you

November 20th, 2017

i was wondering how long it would take to dream about you

and last night, there you were.
through the crowd
you arrived in a wheelchair,
pulling up next to me at the bar.

i saw you
you were injured, and so small.

i faintly acknowledged your presence,
turned, and walked back through the crowd.

you couldn’t follow.

i meant to go back,
after delivering the drinks
and catching my breath

when i did you were gone

through the memory of suffering

November 15th, 2017

How Butoh, the Japanese Dance of Darkness, Helps Us Experience Compassion in a Suffering World 


“Is Butoh a way of achieving happiness?”
(Vangeline Theater / New York Butoh Institute: )
“I think it’s about achieving transformation. People said that when Ohno danced he radiated joy. But I feel he touched people because he was able to access the memory of suffering. Maybe happiness comes from acknowledging suffering, accepting it, and having compassion for it. You cannot practice Butoh long-term without developing some sense of compassion, because you confront so much pain in yourself and in others.”


i have been practicing butoh now for 10+ years (thx eternally to Anastazia Louise Aranaga), and almost never with the aim of performance. i do it because it makes me feel better. this way of facing sadness, grief, angst, and pain through physical embodiment has saved my life at least once, and helps make the world a bearable place more than anything else, and i am forever grateful for it.


November 14th, 2017

her eyes darted at him.
she gave a withering look that said:
i am extremely alive,
and tired of it.

that we are flesh and breathe

November 13th, 2017

When I am feeling depressed and anxious and sullen
all you have to do is take your clothes off
and all is wiped away revealing life’s tenderness
that we are flesh and breathe and are near us
as you are really as you are I become as I
really am alive and knowing vaguely what is
and what is important to me above the intrusions
of incident and accidental relationships
which have nothing to do with my life

when I am in your presence I feel life is strong
and will defeat all its enemies and all of mine
and all of yours and yours in you and mine in me
sick logic and feeble reasoning are cured
by the perfect symmetry of your arms and legs
spread out making an eternal circle together
creating a golden pillar beside the Atlantic
the faint line of hair dividing your torso
gives my mind rest and emotions their release
into the infinite air where since once we are
together we always will be in this life come what may

–frank o’hara, “Poem (A la recherche d’ Gertrude Stein),” for vincent warren

witches without makeup

October 28th, 2017


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the liquid measure of your steps

October 25th, 2017

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

-Neruda, Love Sonnet XI