moment

December: the day was gray
(be patient: I have to set this up first)
the sky hung overhead
like the wet belly
of an old gray horse
viewed from the mud
when you’ve just been Continue reading

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Reading Dickens

[Written the day after having been one of the performers to read Dickens’ A Christmas Carol to an audience of several hundred.]

[First, the reader surrenders to text; then the audience
surrenders to the reader’s surrender.

Being a ham helps: Dickens’ text is highly developed
melodrama, written when that form of expression
was probably at the height of its development.
Nowhere is Dickens’ involvement in his action more
evident than in his confession that he wept as he
wrote the death of Little Nell.]

Reading the first few words out to the darkened audience,
words lying on the inert white Continue reading

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performance day

The schedule is set: the printout sits on the little table
beside the bedroom door. Twelve items, from “2:00 p.m.
Set-up”, to “10:00 p.m. Time to pop the cork…”—
the well oiled machine is ready to roll. Except my tongue,
which feels as if someone is squeezing one side with pliers.
A quick sound check before breakfast Continue reading

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