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GROTOWSKI DOES PHOENIX “Be a clown, be a clown, all the world loves a clown. Be a crazy buffoon and the ‘demoiselles ‘ll all swoon. Dress in huge baggy pants and you’ll ride the road to romance. A butcher or a baker, ladies never embrace. A barber for a beau would be a social disgrace….
Surreal to see the Halloween yard decorations blowing past my apartment window: a fleet of witches without their brooms just flew by. Ironically, they’ll probably end up actually flying into a tree. Oh, here comes their riderless brooms sweeping the leaves; and here come the trees! There goes a chorus-line of glow-in-the-dark skeletons holding hands…
November 11, 2019 I celebrate Veterans Day because my dad would want me to, and he’d want me to keep telling his story. Dad served in the infantry during World War II, in the Philippines. He was 17 when he went over there. He came back about three years later, his youth and innocence gone…
The other day I watched commercial television for the first time in quite awhile. I had no choice, really, there were flat-screen monitors throughout the busy waiting room tuned in to a healthcare channel. Haven’t been there in years. Mandatory physical before changing doctors. This is good for business, I thought. Not to mention the…
A View from the Bridge by Arthur Miller is often referred to as Greek Tragedy. The current Young Vic production directed by Ivo van Hove now running at the Lyceum Theatre on Broadway completely honors that genre. Caryn Beth Hartglass and I saw the two hour intermission-less play last night. It was the final preview…
Big Internet tells me love is dying everywhere, so it must be so, no? And lately social media seems to be a clearing house for hate, violence, unkindness, betrayal, murder, so it must be so, no? Your god knows we all have challenges, obstacles, villains to deal with that lead us to conclude that love…