Thoughts
are flooding my brain from long ago as I prepare to teach a mask class
tomorrow. I haven’t done that in many, many years and my fondest memories of it
are from me taking an intense semester of mask in graduate school. I loved the
process!
Life’s Mask Class
I’ve
heard people say to take it off
But
never is it associated with good
When
you put it on
They
say it is false
Untrue,
a bold lie
Not
real life
But
when I think
Of
a time I studied
To
live a full life behind
Someone
else’s face
To
make that form fit
Who
I was then
To
move uniquely
to
express the thoughts
of
that one apparently
frozen
form
yet
so free
to
move, think, create
a
new being
from
that one false face
to
become the truest visage
the
newest thought
to
simply react to stimuli
that
surrounded me
in
every surface, sinew, or singular obsession
it
was a glorious thing
I
can’t recapture
But
I can pick up
The
mask and discover
Who is waiting for me to be
Who is waiting for me to be
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