POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
(So: not a diary entry today) I have been listening to interviews on the Penteract podcast, and reading essays about visual poetry and began thinking that perhaps I am not working toward visual poetry – as I’m hearing it “defined” in these places: as necessarily disassociating linguistic symbols from their semantic meanings. That isn’t my…
I am in such a rush for this school year to be over I am counting down the weeks in small, manageable units. This begins week 2 of 5 before Easter break. Then 5 again before the summer. At the same time, I hate that I am willing the weeks to roll by quickly. I’m…
Kristin Berkey-Abbot has an urge to knit. And I get it. She says that there is a factory that will produce better socks than she could ever knit, but that she has a “yearning” to knit. And, boy, do I get it. This year I am teaching master classes in the Movement for Stage courses.…
Promising myself to read the news a day late from now on. By then I figure what is not true will be caught out, or by then the “truth” will be irrelevant but the consequences real. Either way, I have no need to be on the front lines of information. I’ve no expertise in sorting,…
On my second glass of wine. That’s a fact. It’s not 4.30 am, but nearly bedtime. The beginning of a week-long vacation, though with a long list of things to do. I scroll through Facebook and Twitter and all that is there – because all of it is real. The silly cat videos, the bad…