POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
“A diary means yes indeed” – Gertrude Stein
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Winter comes and goes…
The queen is alive somewhere in there. The workers and drones are cozying up to keep warm. Honey for the duration. This weekend is the first of the pop-up pub theater evenings at Bardello pub in Stavanger. The project began just over a year ago when I asked the local amateur theater group’s board of…
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The Archive of Self-Absorption
So. That didn’t happen.
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What it Means to Try
These introspection pages began with a virtual Camino during the lock-down. My formal participation in the group didn’t end well. The host didn’t believe that alternative perspectives were admissible in discussions. I disagreed with her declaration that no one could disagree with her. I was blocked, which was an easily foreseen consequence. And a reminder…
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Approaching a Venn Diagram of Poetry and Theatre
I cooked last night. Salted cod, kale, mashed cauliflower, roasted beets and garlic. I made dukkah, and feta cream-cheese with lemon zest. After nearly a week of feeling ill, this was good. After literally years of not enjoying cooking, not being creative in the kitchen: this is great. I am a cook. I am not…
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An Argument for Amorphous Stories
Every Brilliant Thing is categorized as a documentary. It’s actually a filmed stage production based on a book. A memoir. It touches on bipolar disorder and suicide. (Well, it points to it at any rate.) The film is streaming on HBO, and what I spent an hour or so of my sick leave watching this…