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Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Playwright Will Arbery,, Clubbed Thumb at The Wild Project Stage 2018

Playwright Will Arbery, Clubbed Thumb at The Wild Project Stage 2018


written by Will Arbery
directed by Taylor Reynolds

with: Brendan Dalton, Crystal Finn, Susannah Flood, Ryan King, Cesar J. Rosado, Mary Shultz and Miriam Silverman.
Daniel Zimmerman (set design), Stephanie Levin (costume design), Isabella Byrd (lighting design), Mark Van Hare (sound design), Kelly Bartnik (choreography) and Kristy Bodall (production stage manager)

Sunday, July 29, 2018

Playwright Angela Hanks, Clubbed Thumb at The Wild Project Stage 2018

Playwright Angela Hanks, Clubbed Thumb at The Wild Project Stage

Wilder Gone

written by Angela Hanks
directed by Margot Bordelon

with: Toni Ann DeNoble, Crystal Dickinson, Washington Kirk, Nicole Lewis, Christopher Livingston, Hubert Point-Du Jour and Markita Prescott.
Reid Thompson (set design), Beth Goldenberg (costume design), Marie Yokoyama (lighting design), Kate Marvin (sound design), Rick V. Moreno (production stage manager)

Friday, July 27, 2018

Playwright Chiara Atik, 2018 Ensemble Studio Theater

Playwright Chiara Atik, 2018
Ensemble Studio Theater

Written by Chiara Atik; Directed by Claudia Weill
Cast:Gilbert Cruz, Adriana Sananes, Ana Nogueira, Lucy DeVito, Jenny O'Hara, Kelly Anne Burns, Kelli Lynn Harrison, Erica Lutz, Kristen Adele, Laura Ramadei, Susan Hyon and Jonathan Randell Silver

Thursday, July 26, 2018

The Artist Lee Sherry, 1985

The Artist Lee Sherry,1985(1947-2012)

Tribute By David Reed

I am sad to report the news that the painter Lee Sherry has died. Lee went to Reed College with David Reed, Leslie Scalapino, Mei-mei Berssenbrugge, Nina Wiener, and James Sherry, whom she later married. A marvellous painter, Lee had solo shows in the 1970s at the Susan Caldwell Gallery (NY).  She designed ROOF magazine, where she was also the art editor. In addition, Lee designed a number of early Roof Books covers. She had significant relationships with the artist Porfirio DiDonna (1942-1986) and the poet Peter Seaton (1942-2010). She wrote a piece in tribute to Porfirio DiDonna for M/E/A/N/I/N/G #1 (1986) and wrote an essay, "Painting the Painting" for L=A=N-G=U=A=G=E #12 (1980). She is survived by her father and step-mother Bernard and Jane Sahlins. Her mother, Fritzie Sahlins, who with Bernard Sahlins was a founder of the legendary Chicago improvisational troupe Second City, died in 1991.

Friday, July 13, 2018

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Playwright Brooke Berman at New Dramatist, 2007

Playwright Brooke Berman at New Dramatist, 2007


"Welcome, Ye of the Congregation of the Broken-hearted. Welcome, Motherless Children. Welcome, you who wrestle with angels. I used to wrestle with angels. But not anymore."

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Playwright Portrait, John Patrick Shanley, Excerpt from Celllini, 2008

Playwright Portrait, John Patrick Shanley, Excerpt from Celllini, 2008

Adopted from the Autobiography of Beuvenuto Cellini
CELLINI: Now it pleased my glorious Lord and Immortal God that at last I had brought whole to completion. The Duke was stationed at a window low upon the first floor of the palace. Just above the entrance to the piazza. There, half hidden, he could hear everything that folk were saying of my statue. So on a certain Thursday morning, before the sun was fully in the heavens, and before such a multitude as I have never before or since seen, I exposed my Perseus to the public gaze. Florence! Florence! (The lights change. The company sees the Perseus. We do not. The, as first, have no reaction except to draw back ever so slightly, Then, one by one, led by Bandinello and Riccio, they begin to applaud. One breathes, “Bravo” another “Che Bella,”another “Magnifica” another “Grandiosa”another“Bellisima”Cellini faces the Pope and genuflects, He faces the Duke and bows, He throws Caterina a kiss. She returns it. Then he signals them tosilenceand speaks to us). There are those who say I worked the metal too much. That my Perseus has failed the terrible test of greatness. Some flaw of proportion in the work. Perhaps. But I say to you, as I prepare to tell my life, no man can will himself to excellence. No fool or hero, of his own, can climb from the sky to Heaven itself. Such things are the province of Almighty God. But God looks down with favor on those who are merely animals, eating and drinking and fucking and dying. God looks down—and Time is nothing to Him, and our doubts are nothing to Him—He looks down with favor upon the fellow who tries his hand, who never gives up, though upon the wheel of the world turns against him and reveals to his mortal eye the insufficiency. The Creator of us all looks down upon our lives and hopes for us that we are not animals only. But that we behave in a way that does us merit on the level of divine. Whether that be in Kindness, or in Justice, or in Erudition, or in Workmanship, or in Love or Teaching or, in my pitiful case, Art. My Life has saved me, my Nature has uplifted me. I am ashamed of nothing, I have killed men and beaten women and ridiculed my enemies and I am ashamed of nothing. I will tell you. God will judge me. I have already judged myself. Write this, (the boy opens his book and poises his pen) I am happy that I was born. I have dwelt in the presence of greatness> Hold there a moment. (To the audience)Pray upon the telling of your tale, that you can say the same. Across 443 years, and all the way from Florence, buona sera. And Benvenuto.
COMPANY. (simultaneously) Benvenuto. (The lights fade. Darkness. Celebratory music. Curtain call)