Day 2 at the Sundance Film Festival.

Freezing. Cold. Wet shoes after walking from a documentary on Hunter S. Thompson to the place where I am staying. I'm here on fellowship for the Native Forum. Its rather exciting, or will be when I can totally envision how this thing (film) will be, or go, or seep out of my laptop and onto the big screen. Rather exciting indeed!

I can't stand being sick right now. I have a cold that never crests, it just keeps its floor mat neatly pressed on my heaving back. If feels perpetual, but it's only been a week. Apparently, its suppose to start going away now. I sound like some long drawn out yawn when I talk about my illness. It's not that bad, but I do feel pulverized to dust and vacuumed and then spit out again. On pavement of course. Ice covered lungs in my chest, just shake it and stars will fall.

It's midnight and the mountain is this soft glow. If I touch it, will I glow too? It's been great meeting the new crop of indigenous filmmakers. I'm excited to see what happens in their futures as well as mine. I traded this for AWP and mentioned to Bird last night how great it would be if they had mega-parties/receptions like this for poetry festivals. They do in Medellin, Colombia, but never here in the states. Someday we'll be loved again.