September 2, 2016

Entry Number #3 of Countdown to the Classical Theatre of Harlem Production of FIT FOR A QUEEN

Often, the same word in English is used very differently.

For example, let’s take the word “occupation.”

It means job.

It also means military control of a civilian population by a more powerful foreign  power.

Another example is the word “cast.”

What does it mean to cast a dye?

A spell?

A play?

Does one particular way we use a word 

color

how we view the other seeming unrelated ways also we use it?

Freud would say it did on a subconscious level

(right?).

Elia Kazan definitely said much of his job as a director was casting. 

(I would argue he also did much of what wasn’t his job, which included acting like a scared little lily-livered beyach and naming names for the House on Un-American Activities when he could have instead used like his power and visibility to support the Group Theatre artists who lost their livelihoods and careers due to daring to flirt with radical politics. But, that’s a rant for a differ...

August 29, 2016

Entry Number #2 of Countdown to the Classical Theatre of Harlem Production of FIT FOR A QUEEN

How do you get to and from the people you love?

What are the modes of how you transport your body through space?

And…

how does HOW

you get around

impact

WHO you are

when you arrive?

If you fight through crowds on a subway and perhaps shove a bit when people standing in the doorway don’t make room for you WHEN THE MIDDLE OF THE SUBWAY CAR IS EMPTY,

what does it do to your soul?

When you hop in a car and exist in a capsule that (mostly) insulates you from facing how you aggressively or gracefully you might act no one makes room for you,

what does it do to your sense of self?

National borders mean so little to me,

but they seem to even mean even less

when I move from city to city in America.

If you are alone with your thoughts as you think about a play,

(and not trying to speak the language of the people populating your space)

Moscow and Paris are more like New York

than New York is like anyplace in America

where yo...

August 11, 2016

There’s nothing like a first, right?  A first kiss, a first love, a first play production.  

A famous and fancy playwright took me aside on the opening night of my first off-Broadway play.  He told me, “Feel this moment.  There is nothing as thrilling as your first professional production.  Every other premiere will just feel like one more.  This is the most exciting time of your career.”

He was right.  Of course, I didn’t know it then.  I couldn’t.   

Perhaps no other blog post I will ever be as exciting as this one is for me to write.  Probably I won’t know it until I’ve been at this for years

Writing a blog feels somewhat like keeping a journal that you intentionally leave lying out, hoping a friend/lover/roommate will read it.   To see you in your vulnerability.  Your grappling.  And to somehow know you better for it.

Note: I did read my first college roommate’s diary.  I’m confessing this not because I am especially proud of my act...

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