Playwright Charles (Chuck) Mee, 2016, Memoir:

 Playwright Charles (Chuck) Mee, 2016,  

Memoir:

 THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY

by Charles Mee

ODYSSEUS 2.0

I grew up in a little town outside Chicago

where I could walk to the end of the block

and cross the street

and step into the countryside

and keep walking through the fields

past the trees and lakes

crossing the little streams

all the way to Iowa or Nebraska or California

or the south of France or India.

That was my life

when I was growing up.

My formative years.

Anything could happen.

That was my life.

Music.

Odysseus 2.0 turns and sees:

A guy wearing a garbage can upside down

so his head is a yellow glass bowl

in a hole in the bottom of the garbage can

his shins and feet can be seen at bottom

his arms come out the side 

and he sings

UHNUHNUHNUHNUHNUHNUHNUHN

UHNUHNUHN

EEEEEEEEEEEE

POOH-POOHPOOH-POOHRRRA

slslsl

drrrrroomoom

UHNUHNUHNUHN

aaaaaaaaaatzeen

UEEEE EE EE EE EE

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Rrumpfftilffto?

Bee bee bee bee bee

Zee zee zee zee zee

Pe pe pe pe pe

Pii pii pii pii pii

Poo poo poo poo poooo?

Grimm glimm gnimm bimbimm

Grimm glimm gnimm bimbimm

Grimm glimm gnimm bimbimm

Playwright Rachel Bonds 2024 Jonah

Playwright Rachel Bonds

2024

Jonah

Jonah:

“I think God is when you are truly, fully, in your body. When you have your thoughts and you have your body and they’re somehow messily joined for a few seconds, even, like when you’re a child and you’re running through the cold air in the fall, and your chest hurts and you’re cold but you’re also sweating and you know you only have a few more minutes before someone calls you inside but you’re just running until then and you feel absolutely completely fucking alive, or when you’re with someone you trust, in your bones you trust them and you’re with them and every particle and every thought somehow connect into this breathing, beautiful, vibrating—vessel—when all the disparate parts of your body join each other in this exultant moment of of of—power—that is—divine. That is God. And when I stopped being in my body, I lost God.

That’s why I stopped believing.”

Mona Pirnot, 2024, Love You So Much I Could Die,

  Mona Pirnot,  2024, 

 Love You So Much I Could Die,

Playwright Ryan Drake, 2024

 Playwright Ryan Drake, 2024

you don't have to do anything

Teddy:

Playwright SHAUN-TAYLOR-CORBETT, 2024,

 Distant Thunder

song:

                       Darrell, White Feather, and Pyooksisstikoom (which means Distant Thunder)

Artist Dale Henry, 1986

 Artist Dale Henry, (1931 – 2011) 1987, "The Unknown Artist,"

“This bequest is the total of my art and comes without request or consultation. Please forgive me. You are the only person I trust who has the standards required. If you do not accept the placement of the art over a period of years, the art will be destroyed. I want the art to go only as GIFTS to persons who will look at them in situ over many years. I want NO SPECULATORS. We have had enough of those. If art is to be sustained, there must be some viewers remaining outside the speculative market.” - Dale Henry

Artist Joseph Kosuth, Artist Studio on Broadway in Soho, 1984

Artist Joseph Kosuth, 1984

Artist Studio on Broadway in Soho, 

 

Playwright Kallan Dana,, 2024, The Hearth, Racecar Racecar Racecar

Playwright Kallan Dana, 2024, 

The Hearth, 

Racecar Racecar Racecar

DAUGHTER

I remember it fondly, I remember it deeply, I remember it in flashes, in migraines, in dance sequences, in hide and seek, in vaudeville acts, in shellshock, naked on a changing table, from behind your own eyes, I remember the virgin pricking her finger on the spindle of the spinning wheel, I remember it like it was tomorrow.