
On campus. Lectures. Blah.
Creativity is problem solving.
"The best reason to paint is that there is no reason to paint....I'd like to pretend that I've never seen anything, never read anything, never heard anything...and then make something....Every time I make something I think about the people who are going to see it and every time I see something, I think about the person who made it....Nothing is important...so everything is important."
~ Keith Haring (June 15, 1986 NYC)
It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane,
Let's do the Time Warp again!
Here on an autumn night in the sweet orchard smell,
Sitting in a pile of leaves under the starry sky,
Oh what stories we could tell
With this starlight to tell them by.
October night, and you, and paradise,
So lovely and so full of grace,
Above your head, the universe has hung its lights,
And I reach out my hand to touch your face.
I believe in impulse, in all that is green,
Believe in the foolish vision that comes true,
Believe that all that is essential is unseen,
And for this lifetime I believe in you.
As I weave my fabric of relationships
I lose so many threads
The pattern seems so clear today
Only to be lost in the mists of time
I walk on the same road for a while
But soon we drift inexorably apart
I wonder where all those friends are
Where did their journeys take them
Sometimes I pick up a loose thread
Hoping I can still make a connection
I hope our paths will cross again
And we can walk hand in hand again
Who knows where life may have led me
I have walked but one of many paths
I think of all the conversations unfinished
And of all the paths left unexplored
But then I realize my folly
I am not the weaver but a thread
And a thread can never see the design
As the weaver unfolds the fabric of creation
He chooses what threads to use
If we could rise above we would know
There are no loose threads and no friends to lose
So I embrace the fabric of my relationships
They are a gift from the weaver of life