Yesterday night---returned to BAM (why returned?) to see Flako's installation, Mercedes, a memorial to his amazing grandmother, who raised him in Bushwick and was an inspiration to so many others that she interacted with. Her last days were dominated by dimensia, and a documentary at the center of the presentation goes into that in depth. Glad I went: lots of contact and conversations with other people---somethng that my life had been lacking the rest of the week--why...? Many hours of tutoring which meant returning to the apartment feeling very tired--then simply grabbing a prepared meal at Fairway or Citarella and after eating, usually falling asleep. Awake around 10 or 11, then web browsing then....anyway, it was refreshing to talk to people---including Joey, a person who knew me from the indie theater days of the pre pandemic. Lots of memories shared--after the presentation, the production had created a healing room at the Fisher, so I spent some time there---did some writing, actually and then went to Fulton bar to watch basketball and gorge on an iceberg wedge salad. One of the mental health representatives who was part of the project offered me a take home from Meals on Wheels.(this was at the Healing room, not the bar) ; I rejected it--told her that an elderly persn more needy then I should receive it. Still maintained my independance.
Per last report: did actually go to the Met and see Die Frau Ohne Schatten---at least the first act (a long first act) of it. Memories flooded back to me as I was listening to this amazing music. October 66--23 years old---trying to put things together---my opera fanatic days---going to the Met on a Sunday evening to see an obscure Strauss Opera--expecting simply to absorb it--remember the fantastic production--the amazing performance of Christa Ludwig in the pivotal role of the Dyer's wife, and the yelling and screaming of the audience at the end of the opera--we had all discovered and participated in something that was uniqe and brilliant. Saw it two more times that season--all about trying to find myself---so last Friday I found myself overwhelmed with perhaps the memory of my own vulnerability in the Fall of 66. Simply too much to deal with so I could not let myself continue at the opera. Grabbed a coffee and cookie at the nearby Gefffen Hall lobby--relieved to return totally there to the present. Same feeling as I listened to part of yesterday's broadcast of the opera--had to shut it off at times---the music--its sound, is totally unique to me--nothing else like it.
Tired today--will rest a bit--coffee with some young friends who live upstairs from me--should be mellow and interesting Not sure how the rest of the day will turn out..will report soon.
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