summer notes: on finishing
Word-wise, a play is nothing compared to a novel.
Making It Real
Monthly musings from a writer slash theatre maker on being a steward of the imagined / being brave enough to make things real.
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No Five Year Plans
on process and reinvention with Annie Paladino
Tools, Keys, Dreams and Doors (Or: Eccentricities, Martinis and the Big City of Boston)
a conversation with Mary Rochford
Report from the Job Site
So this is my report from the job site, where today’s Indeed search returns the job Mall Bunny and the tree outside my window is waiting patiently for me to return my attention to her.
No(w)
The gift arrives and the gift becomes the demon.
Resume of Perseverance
I did things this year.
Leading the Flock
Last month I put something on a stage in Detroit.
Chrysalis Time
I recently saw a monarch caterpillar become a chrysalis, and I have to tell you, if you have not seen this, you have not lived.
from the field
August 3:
Two Kinds of Knowing
on political despair and not being a computer
Is Speed Dating Theater?
No.
Sap Boil
I like this boiling-down thing as a way to approach clarity without sacrificing polyphony.
The Shape of the Thing
Last month I saw a play in a language I don’t speak.
On Accumulation
This new year’s eve marks ten years that my best friends and I, along with our combined constellation partners and children, have gotten together for the new year’s holiday.
Getting to Work
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen this quote in the past few weeks.
October in Michigan
It took the leaves so long to turn that one of the chickens started laying. She’s a natural: makes her deposit every morning warm orb the color of my hand. It took the leaves so long to turn but then again I haven’t been here for October in a while. What do we geographically polyamorous drifters know about the arrival of cold autumn nights. One of the chickens started laying and the mums are dead…
Itchy Mirror
I’ve now been writing this newsletter for the better part of a year, and I’m becoming aware of an effect I didn’t anticipate: the way its accumulation is beginning to reflect my own preoccupations back to me.
Me As You
my words / your body
Feast or Sandwich
Indeed.com knows more than I give it credit for about being an artist.
Missing the deadline
It is June 30th and the whole month has gone by without me writing you a newsletter.