Meanwhile, I Keep Dancing

Day 3: Montanto Taken from The Globe Illustrated Much Ado About Nothing, p. 696. Apparently this is a term borrowed from the Italian schools of fencing, specifically a thrust. My Move Forward, parry thrust thrust retreat  we play this game of give and take messager or text the munstrum of our desire hoping that our last words were vocative enough to elicit more wish that the words we conjure will not fall into the cracks of the internet Void I fight my culture that tells me I should not make the first move I banish shame as I type out a message, not too pushy, not too much  just enough to catch your eye watch my rapier wit fly Like Beatrice who uses words to create a wall, to be herself and hold off the pain of expectation  I want to love but at this point in my life  will fight for my heart if you want it you must match me wit to wit skill to skill ...

Not feeling very inspired tonight. This has more humor and writing than art in it. But anyway... I was thinking about what "couple" means nowadays, how facebook is how one validates their relationship with someone. How great drama erupts from facebook updates. I really had no reason to choose Santa and Mrs. Claus and their relationship, other than for the fact that it is Christmas Eve. I'm not making any sarcastic comments about religion or Christmas or whatever. So, not very deep. I guess what I did learn from this particular day is that not every day can be fabulous, or creative, or inspired, and it's okay to have days where life is just there . Have a wonderful evening everyone! See you tomorrow for Christmas!