easter morning

In all the things toward which I feel
this kinship and closeness, I always find you:
basking like seed in the very smallest
and giving yourself greatly to the great.

Such is the wondrous game the forces play
as they flow so selflessly through the things:
swelling in roots, narrowing in the long stems,
and in the blooming crowns: a resurrection.
-Rainer Maria Rilke

if it kills me

this week: (extremely similar to the pace of previous weeks)

next week:

i am ready.

Finally

my final exam today:(i had 20 minutes to make a design that they handed me into a costume out of newspaper. although i wasn't in love with the design they gave me.. i was happy 'cause i felt a little bit like i was on project runway..

and then (since my hands were already movin')..i just went home and made this bracelet-
instead of studying for my real finals:

national poetry month

in honor of the month.. here is something old.

Be.Leave.

Be: you, T-shirt. the movies. running.
you and your shorts. you sleeping
you in my every-so-often dreams
that's enough for you?

Leave: you, logical. keyboards
you and the right answer
you, with some kind of unbalanced weight of hope
that i wrapped up in your t-shirt and shorts
you leave.

i want to be(lieve) what i thought you thought

i don't really know if you be.leave me

unbeliever.

i believe what i told you

and
i (want to) be lieve that what is
wrapped up in your t-shirt and shorts
will come back to me someday

it is enough. and it isn't enough.

this feels gigantic

so- last day of college classes... ever. i (literally) danced to my car.. danced. (people thought i was nuts!) also: thank you to Rainer Maria Rilke for this today: Memory And you wait, you wait for that one thing that will infinitely enlarge your life; the gigantic, the stupendous, the awakwning of stones, depths turned round toward you. The volumes bound in rust and gold flicker dimly on the shelves; and you think of lands traveled across, of paintings of the clothes of women found and lost. And then suddenly you know: it was then. You rise, and before you stands the fear and prayer and shape of a vanished year.

reelly?

everybody has to start somewhere

((it's a really good thing only about 4 people read my blog.))

The Reel Thing (Take One) from Emily Foster on Vimeo.

special thanks to my lovely roommate who spent 2 hours with me in the school library pretending like we knew how to make reels.

Swan Song

one small correction to the poster. the Wednesday night show is at 9:15pm.
the play is absurd. (literally) and feminist...
reactions to the dress rehearsal today included phrases such as, 'what the?'

words words words