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"There's a difference between knowing the path
and walking the path."
"All plans don't go as planned.
But have a plan."
"Everyone has a plan until they get
punched in the face."
March 4, 1999
Informance @ EC Cabaret
San Francisco, California
I keep thinking about R5-D4.
He was all set for the big adventure, when out of the blue: poof. Bad motivator. Left behind.
A tragedy, but I bet it didn't even bother him that much at the time. After all, astromech droids are optimists by nature, and each of us is the hero of our own story. R5-D4 probably thought "Just a setback. No worries. This is only the beginning. Another opportunity will come along soon."
How could he have known that those fleeting few moments, during which he was the chosen one, were actually the peak of his role in the big adventure?
I bet he's still out there in the desert, wondering what the hell happened.
He probably thinks his best days are still ahead. Maybe he's right.
For all we know, he could be in great condition now.
Motivator repaired, fully operational. Ready to serve.
May the force be with him.
“It is not the strongest of the species that survive,
nor the most intelligent, but the one
most responsive to change.”
I wonder what Dr. King would think of American society in 2013.
Would he be pleased by the election and re-election of President Obama?
Would he be gratified that race relations have improved overall?
Or would he be heartbroken to learn that race, class and income disparities continue to divide us?
I hope he would be heartened by the awareness that—at least among many of us—his dream is still very much alive.
January 17, 1993
Dmitri Matheny & The SOMA Ensemble
Strength to Love: A Tribute to Martin Luther King, Jr.
To benefit the I Have A Dream Foundation
Greg Bridges, master of ceremonies
Dmitri Matheny, flugelhorn
Harvey Wainapel, alto saxophone
Regi Oliver, tenor saxophone
John Heller, guitar
John Wiitala, bass
Eddie Marshall, drums
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.