Plays God, from Whom All Blessings Flow

Well, if there really is a full-time position for the god of playwrighting, it would have to be a job-share arrangement between Melpomene (for tragedy) and Thalia (for comedy). This odd couple sometimes needs an interlocutor–someone deft enough to sound the depths of the long period yet familiar with the iconoclastic bent. Comedy and tragedy, as categories  independent of genre, remain historically relevant and emotionally powerful…but these days there is more intercourse between them than there was, I think, in ancient Greece. It’s probably healthy.  Oddly, you hear the expression “dark comedy” much more often than “light tragedy,” which goes to show that there’s work yet to be done.

Which brings me to my first full-length play, The Whistler.  I recently brought it to a more settled state that I can share with Cincinnati theatre folks in a couple weeks through the good offices of Tim Waldrip, an acting coach and director there who invited me to come see his production of the play that made John Malkovich famous. I hope to have a table reading of The Whistler while I’m in Ohio; at any rate there’s a dinner in the offing with some very talented actors, teachers, and at least one well-established playwright. I’m reading or watching everything I can get my hands on by the folks who will be around that table. Continue Reading →

iPray, UUPray, we all pray (sort of)

One of my goals this year is to practice theatrical collaboration, and to that end my loosely knit group of actors called the Ubuntu Players has used improv to develop a three-minute comedy about the uses of prayer for our Unitarian Universalist fellowship. Continue Reading →

One of the world’s newest plays

At the Dramatists’ Playground in Greensboro last weekend, we created a play called Camelot Club where Arthur is an African-American ball-boy who beats the tennis pro, inheriting his job; Morgan LeFay, whose family founded the club, works her dark magic through her Twitter followers (and her old money);  Guinevere’s a nouveau riches naïf who wants to learn to, um, swing; and Lancelot is a visiting tennis player longing to return to the pro circuit after recovering from an injury. He says he just wants to be wherever the best tennis is being played and hence is drawn to Arthur’s court–but the truth, as Morgan quickly surmises, is that he needs a sponsor, someone with money… Continue Reading →

Re-gifting

As an occasional journalist, I love covering topics I know nothing about–although editors understandably want to pigeonhole writers so they have a go-to guy for music, another for sports, a third for coal-mining, or whatever. Part of it is that I place a high value on getting to learn new stuff, which is why my job path has been an eccentric line rather than a rise and rise. Part of it is that the people I imagine to be my audience, my “common readers,” need to have a proxy who’s sufficiently naive that he can ask stupid questions or, if it comes to that, point out that the emperor’s not wearing any clothes. Having recently completed an assignment to write an article on the problems of giftedness and gifted education, while I’m happy to say I learned a lot, I still feel dissatisfied and have been thinking about loose threads. Continue Reading →

The Tree of Life

To enjoy a tale of Eternity in the context of time, you have to let go of your attachment to narrative.  Much of the heavily advertised new movie The Tree of Life struck me as a fun romp through a new age of computer graphics, something like the abstract expressionism of Fantasia on steroids.

from Walt Disney's 1940 "Fantasia"

Paul Dukas' music for this story from Fantasia was based on Goethe's 1797 poem Der Zauberlehrling. This is NOT abstract expressionism.


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