AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

I woke up early yesterday and saw a sliver of the moon - there still at 7am. Flickers of the sunrise were just reaching it and it hung above my neighbor's house like a prop on a string. I grabbed my digital camera - but no this is an image I'll just have to remember. There's a song by the Indigo Girls "Don't take a picture remember this is in your heart."

After the storms leave. That's how it is now with the city fresh and sparkling after a big wash. It still takes my breath away sometimes as I speed along on my bike - daytime or night. The lights on the bridges. The water reflecting the houses or the lights.

I notice there's a Performance Art festival coming - there's a new gallery in the Pijp (my neighborhood). I'm busy editing old poems submitted to my own art peace project. (yes i'll shamelessly plug it here- valentinepeaceproject.org)

I have a date with a guy 6'6" - I'm 6'2" - one of the few times in my life I gaze up at someone and not down. He's a musicologist and a nurse. How can I not like Bach? He's seriously offended. (I tell him I was in a childrens choir and we sung him to death). A curator comes over for dinner - he's 6'4" - oh yeah the Dutch are the tallest people in the world someone told me. His legs jut out uncomfortably on the little wooden chair. He's probably used to it I think. He's all ideas! Advice! Collaborations! Amsterdam - a city full of ideas one guy told me . . little poems, rain showers and Daddy Long Legs - sitting like a marionette - waiting for the next big production. Remember this in your heart.