Sunday, April 24, 2011

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

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

if it kills me

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

next week:

i am ready.

Monday, April 18, 2011


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:

Sunday, April 17, 2011

national poetry month

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


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


i believe what i told you

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.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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.


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.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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?'