Yesterday, in a short interview with Andrea Rappaport, an actress of many talents, she explained the relation between playwriting and (…..) with enormous scrutiny and clarity! Today as I watched this clip of French comedy scene, I was thinking about what Andrea responded to my question; “Watching good theatre can be disarming! .....In order to do good theatre, one must be vulnerable like standing on a stage with no clothes on but….”
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
"perhaps the most important street photographer of the twentieth century was a nanny who kept everything to herself. Nobody had ever seen her work and she was a complete unknown until the time of her death. For decades Vivian’s work hid in the shadows until decades later (in 2007), historical hobbyist John Maloof bought a box full of never developed negatives at a local auction for $380."
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
I read an excerpt of my new play (work in process) “Thus Spoke Ms Little Sparrow, the Solitary Playwright” at AWWP in Seattle for our panel “Playwriting: the bastard child of literature” with Lisa Schlesinger, Sands Hall and Christine Evans.
The panelists were outstanding on their presentation and point of views. The audiences were very engaged!
Monday, March 3, 2014
September 1, 1939
by W. H. Auden
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.
In my trip to Seattle for AWWP Conference, Michael (my long time friend) and I had this opportunity to reunite after 24 years! He was a columnist for Daily Iowan in Iowa City in 1987, when I met him for the first time, a few months after my arrival in the U.S.
Tender and sensitive, with long wavy hair, ponytail, and a heavy light brown beard, he looked like Marx! I used to read his columns to learn new vocabularies and American idioms! We used to laugh a lot when I pronounced certain words which sounded funny! He gave me collections of Shakespeare’s and Ibsen’s plays along with several other plays as gifts! I still have them as well as a poem by W.H. Auden: “September1, 1939” he copied for me with his uniquely skillful handwriting! How beautiful it was to talk about those days, as we talked and walked under the rain…
I said: You now look like Bernard Shaw!
He said gently: Perhaps Victor Hugo!
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
"They said he would never learn, now he’ll teach them a thing or two…
A genius boy whose IQ is higher than Albert Einstein is on his way to possibly winning a Nobel Prize after being set free of special education programs in public schools."