another opera for me
another shit ton of stuff i didn’t know about
but not as much
not as much as last time
the score isn’t on an ipad this time
and this time it’s a partitur not a score because we’re (mostly) working within the danish language
this time i won’t leave before musical rehearsals begin
i’ll be there for the costumes,
for the makeup
for the musicians
the set’s been here all along because this time we’re not rehersing in a gloriously free but not gloriously decorated space on gansewoort st. in the west village
this time baby we’re in the library
an ancient one
a splendid one
a sacred one
where the words of the history that’s been written reside
someone wrote the words and mostly tourists come to read them, or to see that they exist,
nevertheless they exist
as does the set
as will the lighting
as will the choir
as do the circus artists
as does the solists, the prop designer, my production partner in crime, the choreogrpher, the director and me, lil me, co-director and assistant to her, Her, another opera master i never knew about,
ive started to miss afuk
started to think huh, i should have become a circus artist
next week ill probably think huh, i guess i really am nowhere near close being an opera singer,
but i used to climb trees
used to swing in rings
used to balance on my uncle’s shoulders
now my niece balances on mine
maybe one day there’ll be more swinging
more balancing, more acrobaticts, pilates isn’t bad, we’ll see whatever i do with this, this thing i’m experiencing, this thing that’s accumulating in my curious bones
