Michael Cain
6-24-09
Dear Suzanne, Cece and Lindsey,
conscious of consciousnesses-- our creative consciousness. Even in brevity
of passing emotion it's a beautiful thing; our full-blown epiphany earns its
minutes
and our gnosis feels like the most beautiful thing I feel. Everyone looks with
an
eye for sharing
Any transparency is hardly worthy of applause. More worthy than reclusivity,
but talent remains paramount. Rubric that. Put a standardized test to this
woman's emotional energy or just try on that jacket of assessment for actual
talent. Look at what we get: Psyche playing dress up. We find something nice to
say. Or we simply appreciate the energy and the talent and we resist the devil
'judgement.' I prefer the former. WHO DOESN'T?
I see the clubness of it all, and wish for inclusivity. But that's just
contrarianme.
I have gone far to find out who I am. I contain seeds of greatness. I have
important
ideas to convey, I have original ways of saying them. You all reaffirm that.
I feel true director adoration: I am inspired. I love you all. I love you all
with a
Tiny Tim's love (not the ukulele celeb but the Dickens sentimental Cratchitt),
and
the conversations we have before, during and after hours. I look forward
to our time, to our writing.
Thank You,
Michael Cain