November 3, 2007
tuesday november 13, 2007 2:08PM santa monica, california
an open letter to kamela in thanksgiving;
a year ago on this day i wrote my first cambridge entry to this “american angel” journal.
it was short and sweet. unlike all my other long winded entries. it’s worth copying here;
monday november 13, 2006 12:18AM cambridge, massachusetts
in my apartment 203.
tired and ready to sleep.
here i am.
and so began my great time as damiel in cambridge.
we were really beginning work on a new play, even though we had played it in amsterdam. the significant change for me, of course, was in my playing damiel. Read the rest of this entry »
December 31, 2006
monday december 18, 2006 12:10AM
just left the gang at tommy doyle’s. much life left in the evening but. . . the body and mind and heart slow to the end. craving solitude. the pain in the right hamstring from my high kick. so appropriate to injure this on the last day. tempted fate on so many moves during this show. this little injury is good to slow me down. it takes a certain energy to heal. slowness. quiet.
i leave on the 11:40 train in the morning.
this final entry. should have some import. some summing up. perhaps in the morning. right now, it’s over and i don’t feel a thing. except this general sadness to do with death. sleep come free me. this beautiful journey is now over. Read the rest of this entry »
December 18, 2006
sunday december 17, 2006 6:45AM
inside still closed eyes, i saw renate’s face. in beautiful profile. straight on.
“this could be a beginning of a story.”
and now awake. for now awake.
it’s the third week of advent. a third candle added. to increase the light as the light decreases. before it begins again to increase. and that’s the promise. history proves the promise. a long history of the light not letting us down. each year, like clockwork. waits sings;
“you can never hold back spring.”
closing time. Read the rest of this entry »
December 17, 2006
tuesday december 5, 2006 noon
today is my sister dawn’s birthday. happy birthday dawn. i realize for the first time my parents gave their first daughter the name of dawn. born during the first week of the glorious season of advent. the celebration of the waiting on the coming of the light.
happy birthday dawn. i’m glad you are my sister. Read the rest of this entry »
December 16, 2006
saturday december 2, 2006 9:30AM
this play is all about the value of the story. the necessity of the story.
it is good i am telling this one in these journals. thank you didi. thank you gideon.
as cornel west and tavis smiley spoke in the ames courtroom of the austin hall of the harvard law school yesterday, they re-enforced this. as they spoke of martin luther king jr., and marcus garvey and john coltrane and rosa parks (yesterday the anniversary of her bus ride). as they quoted these men and women. they’re just taking up the story. keeping the story alive. Read the rest of this entry »
December 15, 2006
friday december 1, 2006 11:24AM
“i’ll be true to my love,
if my love’ll be true to me.”
this 3rd c.d., titled “bastards” of tom waits new c.d. has me smiling and laughing and loving life.
my dear friend valarie gave me a dozen white roses on opening night. i never get flowers on opening nights. i never get flowers.
“you don’t send me flowers,
you don’t write me love songs. . .”
valarie the next day took me to veggie planet. good food. valarie had written front and back of an index card about the play. she got it. she took the note twice;
“this play makes me happy to be alive.”
can’t ask for art to do anything more. valarie’s a graduate divinity student. i went with her to one of her classes. i loved it. i absolutely loved it. the class is Jesus and the Gospels. something being taught and explored that truly matters. Read the rest of this entry »
December 14, 2006
tuesday, november 28, 2006 1:14AM
a beautiful day off. now bob dylan winds me down to sleep. the death of this day.
“each day dies with sleep”.
i did jose’s play of this title. good title.
greta and betty were at the wings of desire screening. simply amazing women. greta, 85, and more alive than so many i know. still works at the ymca. she’s also teaching acting. afterwards at dinner with andy and hadewych and loesje and chris and gideon and ola and her two amazing friends, naomi an damon. they drove me home. first gave me a little tour of their street. i saw where robert frost lived. unbelievable. i saw a crack of light from a window through which frank bidart lives. the book of the body. this is in damon and naomi’s building. bidart’s up there each night watching war movies. also creeley lived on this street. passed longfellow’s house. too much for one man. Read the rest of this entry »