Wild Diana - Wivla Collaboration with donna e perkins
Contents:
Video - Excerpts from Sweet Diana, a WiVLA collatoration by Kay Sarver and Loueva Smith, circa 2008
Poem - Wild Diana, by Margo Stutts Toombs
Art - Hungry Hearted Diana, by donna e perkins
Video - Excerpts from Sweet Diana, a WiVLA collatoration by Kay Sarver and Loueva Smith, circa 2008
Poem - Wild Diana, by Margo Stutts Toombs
Art - Hungry Hearted Diana, by donna e perkins
Wild Diana
by Margo Stutts Toombs
She loved men.
She adored sex.
She embraced her naughty side.
She penned stories of her lovers.
She was too classy to reveal identities.
She commanded the stage. In one show, whenever the director yelled, “The line is ‘To Chutzpah! To life!’” She would belt out, "To hospice! To life!” She never said the right word during rehearsals or the performance.
She directed videographers to stand on a ladder when they filmed to make her look younger. Should I have mentioned that?
She invited people to her home, adorned in lace, slinky scarves, and twinkling lights. In her lair, she concocted meals with treasures from her pantry and refrigerator - a strange array of flavors and textures: shrimp with a side of oatmeal, peas, and Mandarin Oranges.
But the main course was always her stories of romance and adventure.
You are probably wondering what happened to this wild woman.
It’s wild that she forgot everything before she faded away.
It’s wild that she left us with just a few of her memories.
It’s wild (and sad) that we don't have her here in her glorious flesh.
by Margo Stutts Toombs
She loved men.
She adored sex.
She embraced her naughty side.
She penned stories of her lovers.
She was too classy to reveal identities.
She commanded the stage. In one show, whenever the director yelled, “The line is ‘To Chutzpah! To life!’” She would belt out, "To hospice! To life!” She never said the right word during rehearsals or the performance.
She directed videographers to stand on a ladder when they filmed to make her look younger. Should I have mentioned that?
She invited people to her home, adorned in lace, slinky scarves, and twinkling lights. In her lair, she concocted meals with treasures from her pantry and refrigerator - a strange array of flavors and textures: shrimp with a side of oatmeal, peas, and Mandarin Oranges.
But the main course was always her stories of romance and adventure.
You are probably wondering what happened to this wild woman.
It’s wild that she forgot everything before she faded away.
It’s wild that she left us with just a few of her memories.
It’s wild (and sad) that we don't have her here in her glorious flesh.
Hungry Hearted Diana, by donna e perkins
