It went well, Opening Night. Our crowd was friendly on Friday, salutory on Saturday and sleepy on Sunday. Still, I am gaining valuable information from watching the crowd.
The composer/music director/keyboardist watched me in the audience on Sunday, mumbling into the headset "She ...read more
Here I am. I should be at least trying to sleep, but I can't sleep, what a foolish thought.
My show opens tomorrow...oops, tonight.
It's been ten years since the original foolish idea, which was just a title.
It's been five years since I and a friend fiddled around with a concept, and kicked song titles out, each goading the other to higher levels of outrageousness. Song titles like "Goodbye, Mrs. Liddy," "We Are The Democrats," "I Am Not A Crook," and "How Could You, Mr. President."
It was a year or more of research, and nine months in the writing. Rewrites are ongoing, and will continue based on audience response.
But here it is, ladies and gentlemen: Opening Night on Watergate! the Musical. And it looks GOOD. Sure, there are some problems, including some cuts made by the director that I am just plain unhappy with, but all in all, it's much more beautiful than I could have imagined it to be. In the past year, Jason Brown, composer extraordinaire, and I have created (as one cast member put it) "something from nothing."
I am astounded, amazed, humbled and proud.
Wish me luck, wish me huge audiences, wish me good reviews...I wish you all could be with me on this special night.
And yet, I know you already are.
Poetry Reading, Take One.
I begin with my second trip to Staples in the space of two hours. I flash a smile at George the Copy Guy, who flushes, and help myself to the self-service copier. Twenty dollars later, I am finished, laden with more poetry than I'll need. Anything to delay making a decision.
I arrive ...read more
It's coming up...this Wednesday!!! Last minute advice, recommendations, and words of encouragement welcomed here!
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Pen, johnlib,Elph, Claire, Darkshine, Bob...all others...HELP!!
I have been asked to participate in a poetry reading less than ten days hence... Assistance, please!!!!
I need help choosing six poems to bring to the reading.
Would you please leave comments regarding which you think are best for a reading?
This will mark my official debut as a poet. I've never done a reading before.
Can I be terrifically excited and drymouth scared at the same time?
Betcher ass I can.
Now we're getting somewhere
Today I have a little time to fiddle... usually, unless a poem hits me full blown, all done except for minor tinkering, I must wait for a chunk of time when I can work, undisturbed. Hah, try that with two kids....which explains my midnight posts.
So. Enough stalling, start to work, first thing, title:
Not much Longer Now
Just One More Night
A Little While
Grow So Fast
Warm against my breast
to match the warm inside my heart
tender body tucked in cupping curve of mine
I've made our cozy nest
my large fingers
with her trusting little ones entwined
her sighing breaths measuring out
moments in my soul
Soft her cornsilk hair beneath my cheek
My back and neck twist painful round
her sleep-softened mass of sweet
In daytime she the focus of my hopes,
the source of screams
but for tonight
affection and protection weave us
The meter stumbles towards the end, and the rhyme scheme is either too regular or not regular enough, and I'm not crazy about the sighing breaths measuring moments of my soul line, but this blog is about the process in action, so I'll leave it.
more fragments, though it would be helpful to be able to see what i have put down before, guess i'll figure that as i go. damn this cramping left hand, someday soon i'll write again with right.
don't want to be my superhero
sometimes one and one
add up to less than zero
fall into that blue vortex
maybe i can work with these tomorrow.
not yet, not yet...
fragments; don't look yet
and my thought is this: that i collect my bits and pieces on the blog, then shape them into something under the -maybe- everpresent watchful eye of other writers (oh, the pressure!) who will comment when they think i'm heading off wrong. i assume.
writing as performance art, hah.
and here is also the spot where i apologize for my annoying lack of capitals. i was injured, and type with one hand only; skipping the shift key to save a bit of stress on my left wrist.
this morning's bits:
you got on first,
rode awhile before i entered
watched me as i stepped
unwary through the door
fingertips and forehead
seek cold comfort from the glass
tender body tucked in cupping curve of mine
measure out the moments of my soul
cornsilk hair beneath my cheek
back and neck twist round
this sleep-softened mass of sweet
affection and protection weaving
gentle dreams around us both
a dream disturbed me last night. i visited a place i used to work, saw all my former co-workers looking fit and trim and exquisitly made up. one of them informed me that my husband was leaving me for her. through my tears, i told carol that i really didn't blame either of them. she was sticking address labels on wedding invitations. they had my husband's name on them. i woke up in a sweat.
and so this works by what? simply posting the thing under the category of "blog"? and then i access it exactly how??? great addition, crowe, thank you very much.