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Of Poetry and Presidents
Of Poetry and Presidents
Given the recent presidential tantrums about “the wall,” it’s no surprise that Robert Frost’s Mending Wall should come to mind. Like many of Frost’s poems, its lines are often quoted out of context to make a point that is very different from the poet’s intention. How many times have you heard: “Good fences make good neighbors…” as if it were a biblical admonition to sharpen one’s boundaries,…
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Deena Metzger's "A Rain of Night Birds"
Deena Metzger’s “A Rain of Night Birds”
A Rain of Night Birds by Deena Metzger might well be one of the most important books written in this troubled century. I’ve known Deena and have been reading her novels, poetry, essays for over 40 years. But this one had an impact on me that I’m still struggling to articulate. I’ll tell you this: since reading this novel, every time I’ve gone outside, I’ve been newly aware of the wind – its…
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Why I Read
When I was four I read my first word aloud as I rode in our 1939 Buick whom my parents had named “Brenda.” The word was café but I pronounced it with a silent e, rhyming it with strafe or waif. It was 1949, the war was over and I had two loving parents who quickly and proudly corrected my pronunciation. That same year, I began reading L. Frank Baum’s series of Oz books. I was too impatient to…
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Outtakes Continued: Memory Flood
Outtakes Continued: Memory Flood
I started making lists: When I was two and a half years old, I learned to speak French fluently. When I was five, on my first day in kindergarten, I cried and cried, breathlessly sobbing, “I want my mommy,” When I was ten I dreamed that my father had died and become a bird perched on a telephone pole on Ventura Boulevard. When I was eleven, on the first night in the desert town we’d moved to, I…
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Outtakes from Who Was I? - Fundamental Uncertainty
Outtakes from Who Was I? – Fundamental Uncertainty
In the process of rewriting my music-theatre piece, Who Was I?, I wrote a lot, exploring the geography of memory. As I get closer to performing the new version of the show, I’ve decided to post some of that writing. The Buddha says that clinging to the idea of a fixed, unchanging, personal identity is the source of human suffering. We create and maintain the illusion of a permanent “self” in…
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Jack Elliot: Still Ramblin'
I went to the Throckmorton Theatre in Mill Valley last night to see Ramblin’ Jack Elliot who has been one of my favorite performers since I first saw him at the Ash Grove – the west coast center of the folk revival of the sixties – when I was still in high school. He’s 84 years old now and needed some help getting his guitar plugged in and positioning the vocal mic. When he started singing, some…
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Who Was I?
On March 14, 2015, two weeks after my 70th birthday, I gave a work-in-progress living-room performance of Who Was I? the music-theater piece I’ve been working on for almost two years.
Performing that night, I reentered the stream of life that I had gradually stepped out of in the time after TJT closed in 2012.
After TJT closed, I threw myself into a job directing The Good Person of Szechuanat…
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Welcomed to L.A.
I’m starting to write this on my way back home from Los Angeles in Morro Bay, a lovely town on Highway One halfway between the northern and southern termini of this trip.
I want to mark what feels like a transformational few days. This was the first trip to L.A. I’ve made in over ten years, as far as I can figure. Since I cancelled my trip to China in March last year, I’d not travelled further…
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