Even in Kyoto Hearing the cuckoo’s cry I long for Kyoto -Basho via Sheila’s We’ve been renovating the house for 11 years. I’m sleeping tonight, one floor upstairs from our apartment, in the raw empty place. My laptop is on one of those little TV-dinner tables, lifted up to the correct desktop level by the thickest hardcover from our bookshelves, The Complete Illustrated Shakespeare. I came back from Pittsburgh last night so that I could clean our apartment for the…
my morning reading Sheila’s my evening coupled with this scary poster of hate I happened upon prompted me to itemize Item one: On Tuesday mornings I travel to a relatively new day job in Newark via the PATH train. It’s rush hour’s crazy mob scene at the World Trade Center. What seems like all of New Jersey and the rest of the world is moving in the opposite direction to me. They’re in my way and I’m in their way….
At the last Fudge the Pimp, toy soldiers attached with strings held an inflatable puppet of George Bush suspended over a pile of dog doo on the sidewalk out front. The kids were sending messages all day with soldiers attached to helium balloons. Finally it was time. In the clip above they send George away. Quite a cathartic moment for those gathered. I’ll be at The Impending Theatrical Blogging Event in a half-hour with leftover white balloons and helium tank….
FlailingGirl loves t-shirts. She’s considering getting married in one. T-shirts are close to my heart as well. I designed a one-of-a-kind t-shirt for a performance I do. I put an iron-on transfer of Rene Magritte’s famous “This is a not pipe†painting on the front of a white t-shirt. The image of the pipe’s bowl is also really a sewed-on little pocket. A big red lettered word is added at the end of the French phrase. Ceci n’est pas une…
I gave her freshly cut roses on the opening night of the play. Three weeks later the bouquet stood dried out in a vase on a small table in front of the mirror. “I almost like them better like this,” she said. “They’re more poignant. â€
“And this was really the way that my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.” –Jack Kerouac, On the Road Twenty-five years ago, ABC NO RIO in an art exchange with Randolph Street Gallery in Chicago, brought Thieves Theatre to the Lower East Side . At the time we were doing my script Travelling Light about a long haul trucker whose CB radio handle is Bird of Prayer and the…