It is during the walk home, appropriately, that I at last manage to articulate my complicated relationship with stillness.

Stillness and I stand at the edges of forests, at the entrances of museums, just off the elevator, just to the side of persuasion. I will say to stillness, let us go further, and see what lies beyond our vision. And stillness ( Read more... )

I'm trying something different with the word this year. Instead of using resolution as an expression of hard-charging intent, as is traditionally done, I'm using it in one of its more contemporary usages, as a description of image quality. These are not New Year's resolutions as expression of what I will I will I will change, they are expressions ( Read more... )

I admit, I'm conflicted.

Last night I finally got around to seeing The Social Network, David Fincher's film of Aaron Sorkin's adapted screenplay of Ben Mezrich's book about the establishment of that well-known, rapidly metastasizing connectivity platform we all call Facebook. It's a brilliant film, one of the year's best, anchored by crackerjack ( Read more... )

Redeemers closes Sunday evening, the second-to-last thing I'll have written this year to appear onstage in front of audience. (The last will be a 7-minute piece based on the word "GIVE," going up against a 7-minute piece based on the word "RECEIVE", at next Tuesday's Write Club). Counting the short pieces I wrote for Too Much Light Makes The Baby ( Read more... )

It's past 3:00 am on a weeknight as I write this, the first thing I've written in this space since the end of May. It's time for an inventory, of sorts, as I've been of late fielding the question "What have you been doing?" with a mixture of clinical detachment and disbelief, a hint of embarrassment, a dash of thousand-yard stare. I have to be up ( Read more... )

the evening is at its best
a feral child
at rest
breathing in flutters
and flocks of swallows,
jasmine
lilac
long tomorrows
thoughts you kill and resurrect
the wisp of wind upon your neck
the joy you feel
the crystal laugh
when vicious swelter
snaps in half...Not sure where it came from but that was running laps in my head for a few hours ( Read more... )

It's been three weeks, I know. Two Fridays ago I explained in detail the sheer volume of activity that had kept me from finishing my assignment, which was less about asking for forgiveness from the audience as it was about allowing me to forgive myself ( Read more... )

It's World Theatre Day, and my cohorts from across the globe are over at the WTD Tumblr blog talking about why they love theatre, and making lists of their 15 most noteworthy theatrical experiences.

I created a similar list last August, so today, instead, I'm going to post about the second earliest theatrical experience that I can recall ( Read more... )

I'm posting this both by way of apology and by way of being kinder to myself ( Read more... )

This week's story posted a few hours early because I've managed to pick up, at almost exactly the same time, an 8 to 5 day job and a nasty little cold. So I should go to bed early tonight, for both professional and medical reasons.

This week's words were defenestrated, arc, myopic, aquamarine, and gibbet. The story that came out of those five ( Read more... )