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Thursday, October 27, 2005

This is what friends are for...

Thanks to The Other Michael for referring me to this fanstastically free to download magnificently fascinating spoken word song poem of 700 imaginary hobo names..

Saturday, October 15, 2005


Photographs & Memories

Hey, remember that really cool staged reading of a play called Sonora Mushroom they did at the AFA Gallery back in December 2002?

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You know, Greg and Joseph and Maureen and Timmy and Sarah and Jack and Alicia were all in it?

Whatever. You were totally invited, I'm sure. Anyway, actress Sarah Stachura just turned me on to this series of photos Chloe took and posted at her WatermelonPunch.com Web site.

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Thursday, October 13, 2005


What Would Shaw See

Upon learning The Jean Cocteau Repertory Theatre would be producing Shaw's Candida Dec. 19 through Jan. 29, I sought out a description of the play. The drastic difference I found between Penguin Classics clearly patriarchal point of view and the Arden Theatre Company's considerably more women-centered concept of the play is astounding.

Per Arden: "Shaw's warm and witty play challenges conventional wisdom about relationships between the sexes. When an empowered wife is forced to choose between her steadfast clergyman husband and the passionate young poet who has fallen in love with her, all three come to a fuller understanding of love, devotion and commitment."

Per Penguin: "Bernard Shaw mocks self-deluding ideamism in Candida when the foolish young poet Marchbanks becomes infatuated with the wife of a Socialist preacher."

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Academic Regrets

Saw the Bloomsburg Theatre Ensemble's uplifting opening night production of Bernard Shaw's Getting Married at the Alvina Krause Theatre and left very disappointed with myself for not having read more Shaw.
Mrs. George's "clarivoyant" monologue left me teary-eyed and stunned. It helped that Elizabeth Dowd is one of the most present and effective actresses I've been blessed to see on stage, but the verses one their own amaze me.

When you loved me
I gave you the whole sun and stars to play with.
I gave you eternity in a single moment,
strength of the mountains in one clasp of your arms, and the volume of all the seas in one impulse of your souls.
A moment only; but was it not enough?
Were you not paid then for all the rest of your struggle on earth?
Must I mend your clothes and sweep your floors as well?
Was it not enough?
I paid the price without bargaining:
I bore the children without flinching:
was that a reason for heaping fresh burdens on me?
I carried the child in my arms: must I carry the father too?
When I opened the gates of paradise, were you blind?
was it nothing to you?
When all the stars sang in your ears
and all the winds swept you into the heart of heaven,
were you deaf?
were you dull?
was I no more to you than a bone to a dog?
Was it not enough?
We spent eternity together; and you ask me for a little lifetime more.
We possessed all the universe together; and you ask me to give you my scanty wages as well.
I have given you the greatest of all things; and you ask me to give you little things.
I gave you your own soul: you ask me for my body as a plaything.
Was it not enough?
Was it not enough?



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