Seventh Day

Tuesday

1. with derrick at work, the four of us, after getting groceries, started working shake the dust and searching at midnight group pieces, and trying to figure out the show’s transitions. buddy and i worked some on a little ditty with the piano.

2. derrick came home, we played horseshoes, and went to dinner. had catfish, mashed potatoes, and sweet tea. awesome. derrick and buddy on d’s motorcycle led the way through the beautiful nashville countryside, with dan, mike, and i following in derrick’s car. it was gorgeous out there; rolling slopes, pastures, winding road and telephone poles, the pink orange of the setting sun spilling through the woods, cresting over the hills, bleeding in the blueclay sky, i filmed a lot, following the lines of telephone wires speeding through the sky point to point, pole to pole.

3. came home and stayed up late figuring this show’s order. it’s a mind fuck, balancing all these poems and balancing and varying the poets, the themes and feel of the different acts. sigh. we almost have it.

4. stayed up later talking with sarah, i have decisions i need to make. double sigh.