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Uploaded on Feb 2, 2012
there was no stage at SPONTOS only performers one and all noisy travelers milled about that inter-dimensional way station hung on 3 white walls eye enlightening art images blazing with the sounds rebounding around open ears and no walls at all as overflow revelers flooded out the brick street store front entry inside forbidden image cinema and poetry both golden and tin a fiery light in a blackening world of numbness
there was no stage at SPONTOS just thick damp salty night air roomfuls of people hot free savory food overloaded outlets confusing congregation of chords dark dada back room bacchanals stinky skunky spicy green goods going up in sacred smoke he evil elfin churlishly cherubic his foot in the door holding The Lady's portal open for gypsy artist shaman fools barefoot sandy dancing Her Solstice celebrations beat crazed saints grateful to survive another cycle
there was no stage at SPONTOS just hyper inspired multi-level conversation and celestial sound the voice of a community splashed in paint/sung on drums guitars, saxes, harmonicas music quakes shake off greed's grip on Venice if only for the night the dream of free and open art visible from space as a beating heart a Temporary Autonomous Zone of our own experimental theatre and community activism on the still smoldering ashes of the Venice West holy ground art temple joyful party pit lucky for us we were there
at the Talking Stick Solstice Fest '11 blackshoepolish.blogspot.com