John Roderick and Eric Corson from the Long Winters joined by Jason Finn (PUSA) @ The Triple Door, Seattle, 9/29/2010
Thank you John Roderick for sharing your incredible art with us last evening. Brought to tears more than once by your poetry and performance I felt so fortunate to experience your self-declared ‘sandbox’. Thank you for trusting us enough to be there – exactly where you were with crafting the show – what a gift. So many magical phrases of yours roll through my head on a daily basis – a link to hindsight for my friends who aren’t as familiar with your work below.
Shit man. I hope you believe to the depths of your marrow that you’re a stunning artist. What you have given us already in your life is so so rich. Thank you. When I read this Rumi bit I always think of you: “He who throws heart's doors wide open, Can see the sun in every atom.”
“you keep scratching at the old paint
but the wood is still there
and the room is still there”
“if you're trying to feel the wind
well that's a window you're pressed against”
“if you're my anchor then I'm throwing you over the side
before I have the time to say
I never wanted anyone this way”
And this. THIS. This.
“and if I hold you now will I be holding a snowball
when the season changes and I'm craving the sun?
Are you still training for the big race
by hoping the runners will die?
Churning the words of your disgrace
but it's how you are when you're down that counts”