I always need to be creating, too, except when there's awe to be had. This poem feels like it wants more vibration to me. So I did. I read it out loud in my voiceover voice, giving it yet another day like climbing out a window to catch the dawn.
Andee, your words capture that electric, creative energy—caught between the city’s rhythm and your own restless inspiration. I love how you balance the wild pulse of the day with the comfort of simple things, like a meal or the thought of holding someone close. Even in the chaos, you find a gentle way to settle, and that’s beautiful.
I've been to a few Kodo performances. It lifts the skin right off your bones. And the stories about what it takes to play those drums .... not *that* is dedication to the beat of lilfe
I always need to be creating, too, except when there's awe to be had. This poem feels like it wants more vibration to me. So I did. I read it out loud in my voiceover voice, giving it yet another day like climbing out a window to catch the dawn.
Andee, your words capture that electric, creative energy—caught between the city’s rhythm and your own restless inspiration. I love how you balance the wild pulse of the day with the comfort of simple things, like a meal or the thought of holding someone close. Even in the chaos, you find a gentle way to settle, and that’s beautiful.
Stomp! comes to mind
And the drums of Kodo [https://www.kodo.or.jp/en/]
Life is primal
Fetuses grow in the beat of blood
No wonder this is the codex of you
Did you know I lived around the corner from Stomp! for over a decade! (I didn't move. It did)
TY for sharing Kodo
The music of the trashcans!
Love it
I've been to a few Kodo performances. It lifts the skin right off your bones. And the stories about what it takes to play those drums .... not *that* is dedication to the beat of lilfe