November 30, 2017
When I sang the nation's soul
I once felt out of place
but now I know I was made for this
for now we must remember
who we are
July 29, 2014
and yet be unable to stop the pain
is to weep forever
June 7, 2014
"We travel together, passengers on a little space ship, dependent on its vulnerable reserves of air and soil; all committed for our safety to its security and peace; preserved from annihilation only by the care, the work, and, I will say, the love we give our fragile craft. We cannot maintain it half fortunate, half miserable, half confident, half despairing, (more…)
June 26, 2013
The more stubbornly a conflict resists resolution, the greater the need for artists to illuminate its key...
...which can only be found where we lost it: in the human heart
January 30, 2013
Funny thing was, when we finally had TV again and began to watch a perfectly respectable historical documentary Tom had recorded sometime, he asked me how I liked it, and I said - you know. at first, watching this made me feel resentful. Why? Because I was suddenly so stunningly aware of how film-tv-computer visuals (none of which we'd had for five days) usurp one's life - just suck up every faculty and leave us lumps - rapt, inert, dull - like sponges with no capacity for any output. Is that extreme of me? No doubt.
But being without all the things we didn't have - having at every turn to ask myself what I could do next - how to be comfortable, content, clean, warm, fed, able to accomplish something, stimulated - under the limits of dark during the majority of hours, no heat, no electricity, no hot water, no elevator, no phone, no internet, no cell phone, no transport (and not in the mood to carry bikes down pitch black four winding flights) - All this made me hyper aware of being alive - (more…)
December 9, 2010
Sometimes plays get printed.
Sometimes printed plays even get read.
But they are truly nothing more or less than blueprints.
This play is coming to life for the first time now, growing -
whether they are awake or asleep at this early morning hour -
in the spirits of the young actors who will perform it a few days from now. (more…)
December 1, 2009
It is the pain we pass
as we live
that opens our veins
for deep humanity
It can render us wise
and humble enough
to finally meet
the God within us
(written years ago, KS)
October 28, 2009
“Our audience doesn’t know you.
Write something for them.”
Audience, I think. Who are they?
The ones I live for.
When I’m an actor
the answer is simpler.
It’s the audience I feel out there
on the other side of the curtain
while I’m waiting in the wings
breathing myself into character
whichever character I’m going to be
for the audience.
They’re out there
rustling into their places
living the lives they’re living
until I’m in my place
coming alive with someone
they’ll be stopping the lives they’re living
to watch, to be with
to want and grow and laugh and cry with
to live and maybe even die with
for a moment. (more…)