for Gabrielle Bouliane (1966-2010)

Gabrielle’s last live reading. The poem below is the best I can do right now… and it doesn’t feel like enough. How, ever, can words communicate what is ripped from the heart. I feel like I should watch this video every day, so that I remember how to live. for Gabrielle Bouliane (1967 – 2010) you disappear on a full wolf moon but not really in the age of a technology you shaped from, created you send messages across miles and friends echo that feisty stance, fiery angel, oh, poet, gift-giver, love-master, my hours in your presence are locked, sealed and delivered  – – my dream-memory days and nights spent on projects for literary minds together building a factory to keep those hearts alive smoke breaks outside the office in rusty...

How wondrous is this? Her Morning Elegance by Oren Lavie

Her Morning Elegance by Oren Lavie (music and co-direction of video) This is the kind of thing that makes me love the internet. ~ ~ ~ I have Lilylulay to thank for this gem, as I spotted it on her website. She has a great webseries, btw, called The Lilylulay Show. She’s coming up to Vancouver in 2 weeks to be on a panel I’m moderating at the New Media Forum as part of the 2009 Women in Film...