Jeffrey Spahr-Summers's Blog

So Elvis is standing in the lobby of Hotel Boulderado. He's been there for days on end. He's a really cheesy life size cardboard cutout of a man, and I hunger to just walk up and pummel him square in the face.

Suddenly I notice a crease directly across his face ... a battle scar.

Someone beat me to it!

sometimes what takes us
what carries us away
past the anticipation
past the fear
duende
past the realization
of rationalizing
petty revelations
or pretences
of ego
of sorts
or the hot red reckless
abandon
of presuming to know

yes

yellow

love

never satisfied
the whiners
always primping
looking in mirrors
screaming for attention
always wanting
to reinvent themselves
rise out of the ashes
presto
you know
go phoenix

having known desire
having drank of pleasure
and purple pain
i stand in front of the mirror
a ghost stirring inside me
inside my musty mind
a hand and
suddenly a razor
rushing through me
one
day someday
one never knows

listens outside sylvias door
what is that girl doing why
wont she come out
for dinner why
wont she talk to anyone she
doesnt understand

1) dont be an asshole

2) learn to be human

3) create art

4) love love love

5) get back on stage

6) write

...beyond this, i dont have a fucking clue!

lets bury our dirty little secrets

in gods backyard
under yaka mountain
in the heat of the desert

lets challenge the devil

lets dig a hole

"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive. To them... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, their very breath is cut...

"Truth in drama is forever elusive. You never quite find it but the search for it is compulsive. The search is clearly what drives the endeavor. The search is your task. More often than not you stumble upon the truth in the dark, colliding with it or just glimpsing an image or a shape which seems to correspond to the truth, often without realizing that you have done so. But the real truth is that there never is any such thing as one truth to be found in dramatic art. There are many...

Amy Kohut and Jeffrey Spahr-Summers are featured and interviewed in Linchpin.