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sometimes I wonder (revisited)

sometimes I wonder (revisited)

Sometimes I wonder
if she ever existed.
—found poem

Sometimes I wonder
if she ever existed.
Only a smile now
a gesture
copper hair flashing
she fades even in dreams

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artist in the supermarket

artist in the supermarket

She stands in the aisle like reverse Stendhal:
frozen, her hand extended over the mound of apples.
Apples push into her like the fists of a lover
knocking at a locked door, urgent, juicy, plump.
It's always like this: fruit overwhelms, vegetables
scream longing; fresh trout imagines a sizzling grill,
beef lounges in a marinade, ready to sear.
She wants to paint, to cook, to knead warm

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transit

transit

Night. City street after rain.
Early autumn leaves cling to the pavement
like wet hair on a waiting face.
Amber and blue incandescence
lies in pools for walking entrances,
performances and exits,
as the occasional soloist mimes
man walking alone on the street

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concert

concert

engine idle just beyond the
ancient boathouse
river calm and waiting silent
to the weed beds
and the spaces vast, beyond

ease the throttle slowly forward
hear the engine twist

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inside the music

inside the music

The part I sing in our quartet
hovers above or below the melody;
often it sounds like the French horn.
The Lead's note sounds familiar;
the Bass is the solid foundation;
the Tenor lilts above all, thrillingly;
my part, the Bari, fills it all in.

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cocoon

cocoon

Inside the silk threads
is what will come:
beautiful wings,
gleaming reds, yellows, blues,
curves and strength,
the freedom of flight
instead of plodding,
gnawing eating.

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lotus eaters

lotus eaters

This is the first in a series I started a while back. I should write a few more on this . . .

everyone on the street was
somewhere else
listening to music
words from another time
another place

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after

after

She used to purr when she leaped onto the bed;
I prefer to think of her arrivals.
I could read her expressions through the fur:
glad to see me (and usually was):
relaxed eyelids, fur sleek off the face;
impatient with my stupidity:

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Mauve and Gold

Mauve and Gold

If a god were eating strawberries
When that sunset happened,
I know he'd stop in mid-bite
With red sweet juice dribbling
Down his chin onto his toga
And just stare and do a god-thing:

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driving home

driving home

The sun set just before we turned west onto the road
that curved into the pure black landscape silhouetted
against the absolutely clear tangerine and indigo sky.

As our headlights revealed and dismissed the familiar
meanderings of this riverside route and its clusters of cottages

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On being mistaken for myself

On being mistaken for myself

Photos never lie
except when they must,
with a minimum of mendacity,
tell welting whoppers
about how egregiously old
the old codger has become.

I have studied photos
taken years ago
that make me look

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what was left

what was left

First they took away the all money
poured it into the government trough
and they fed the war in Afganistan
but still that wasn't enough

so they crucified the artists
and they stood around and laughed

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Comment: just a detail

Licking old wounds is considered to be counterproductive, and it usually is; but sometimes it can be instructive. Please bear with me.

During intermission Friday evening at Cornwall Collegiate and Vocational School’s production of The Threepenny Opera, by Kurt Weill and Bertoldt Brecht, the common somewhat frantic theme of conversation in the audience was about the “damn air conditioning”, which was drowning out almost all the dialogue and some of the singing. This may be just a detail for building maintenance crews, but it is a significant detail for the audience and the performers.

Here was a pretty credible production of a very difficult vocal work, (more…)

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Review: Taking Leave by Nagle Jackson

This production is presented with good pace and a sense of style that is a product of the skill of the cast and the perceptive guidance of Director Pat Roddy. In fact the Roddy family is also present in the original musical score, which was composed and devised by award-winning son Justin, a music and soundscape free lancer, who frequently travels to Toronto to insert his scores and soundscapes into professional productions in that city. Roddy’s original score and soundscape for (more…)

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Review: Facts by Arthur Milner

I hung around waiting for the second act of Arthur Miller’s play, but when I saw cast member John Koensgen in his civvies speaking to fans in the lobby, I knew it was a lost cause. This is not my usual tirade about one-act plays masquerading as full evening of entertainment; that comes later. This is rather a complaint about the script: it’s just not complete.

To elaborate: of the three visible characters in this play, there is no one sympathetic enough or human enough for the audience to identify with. The story concerns an Israeli policeman and a Palestinian policeman who meet in what must be a Palestinian interrogation room to resolve the issue of who killed an American archaeologist whose work appears to prove that much of the Bible never happened. Eventually they bring in an Israeli fanatic for questioning. Things escalate, and the Israeli policeman **spoiler alert** shoots him dead.

The script just does not give us enough about any of these three men to have any more than a spectator interest in the events depicted. That is why I say it needs another act: it needs another act to give us the human side of these three men, to explore their motives, their humanity. To give some meaning other than obvious stereotypes to their existence.

The ending—in which Yossi (Koensgen) shoots a prisoner, Danny (Kris Joseph) after brutalizing him—has all the appearances of being tacked on simply because Miller needed an ending. Yossi’s hot temper and political inclinations certainly do not provide a motive or rationale for the shooting. All the shooting does is raise questions about what happens next to Yossi. This is a really puzzling development because the script has not focused our attention on Yossi; our attention has been focused on the suspect, Danny, and the much more interesting and introspective Palestinian policeman, Khalid (Sam Kalilieh).

GCTC has this season started the practice of including a blank post it note in the printed program, asking the audience member to answer a question or write a comment. The questions vary. The question in my program was, “What do you think this play is about?” I have a sneaking suspicion that this question was asked because somebody didn’t know the answer. I’ll tell you what the play should have been about. It should have been about motive, and the motives had to be examined in a much longer play that would show us how the humanity of these three men caused them to act as they did. Some rhetorical questions: Why was Khalid so even-tempered and fair? Why was Yossi so angry? Why was Danny so radicalized? Why did Yossi kill Danny? Why should we like any of them?

The problematic script aside, there was still a great deal to like about this production. All three actors were convincing within the confines of the script. Koensgen and Kalilieh, who carried the bulk of the action, played well together and were excellent foils for each other. Joseph trod the very fine line between innocent man and terrorist with just the right approach; he was very convincing either way. The set worked very well, giving us a very clear picture immediately of where we were. The photomontage at the beginning was interesting, and helped to set the background for the situation; but the style did not continue, and in a sense, contributed to the unfinished feeling of this production.

So once again, we have a sixty-five-ish minute production masquerading as a full evening’s entertainment. Please, let’s return to full length plays.

Facts by Arthur Milner Running time: 67 minutes Production reviewed April 22, 2010 8 pm

Facts By Arthur Milner
A Great Canadian Theatre Company and New Theatre of Ottawa co-production
Directed by Patrick McDonald

Cast:

Kris Joseph: Danny
Sam Kalilieh: Khalid
John Koensgen: Yossi

Creative team:
Set and lighting designer: Martin Conboy
Set design associate; Yvan Cazabon
Costume designer: Sarah Waghorn
Stage manager: Jean Vanstone Osborn
Apprentice stage manager: Chantal Hayman
Assistant director: Patrick Gauthier

Production crew:
Sound operator: Jon Carter
Lighting operator: Darryl Bennett
Head scenic painter: Stephanie Dahmer
Head of wardrobe: GeneviEve Gauthier

Crew:
Kevin Kenny
Sean Lamothe

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Review: the comedy of errors by William Shakespeare

At first, I was somewhat concerned that the striking modern metallic set was sterile place for this comedy; but it soon became evident to me that it was really a superb visual context for the over-the-top style of the piece. Now let me explain: upon entering the theatre, the audience is greeted by an enchanting aqua tinted entirely metallic space, featuring a model of what might be a galleon under full sail and a tiny portrait of the Queen. This set features a number of witty contrivances that allow quick insertion of furnishings and occasionally even characters, much to the delight of the audience. The technical virtuosity (more…)

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Review: blood.claat: one oomaan story by d’bi.young anitafrika

As I watched this tour de force one-woman show performed by the playwright herself, I was struck by her ability to project and maintain a high intensity of very colourful and passionate expression, and to switch ingeniously among a variety of clearly defined characters. As well, I was impressed by the very effective and visceral soundscape and the simple, but flexible and appropriate set, as well as the tight unity of the script, which is very focused upon its thematic base: various manifestations of blood in the life of a young Jamaican woman.

As if those successes are not enough, Anitafrika successfully navigates the tricky territory of her central manifestation of blood: menstruation. This taboo subject is represented to us physically by the fabrics that the central character frantically (more…)

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