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Oleanna, by David Mamet, at Edmonton’s Fringe Festival
In Oleanna land is free, The wheat and corn just plant themselves, Then grow a good four feet a day, While on your bed you rest yourself. Beer as sweet as Muchener Springs from the ground and flows away, The cows all like to milk themsleves And hens lay eggs ten times a day. Little […]
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In Oleanna land is free, The wheat and corn just plant themselves, Then grow a good four feet a day, While on your bed you rest yourself. Beer as sweet as Muchener Springs from the ground and flows away, The cows all like to milk themsleves And hens lay eggs ten times a day. Little […]
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The Arthur Gordon Pimm’s of Nantucket: A Beverage
Many years ago I heard of an intimidating beverage called “The Hangman’s Blood”, ostensibly invented by Anthony Burgess. Burgess called the Hangman’s Blood “a beery concoction of many liquors and stout and champagne.” Sometime after hearing of Burgess’ &#...
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Many years ago I heard of an intimidating beverage called “The Hangman’s Blood”, ostensibly invented by Anthony Burgess. Burgess called the Hangman’s Blood “a beery concoction of many liquors and stout and champagne.” Sometime after hearing of Burgess’ &#...
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I’ve Been Thinking About the End of the World
An image has haunted me since at least some time after my eleventh birthday when a school chum gave me a lovely one volume copy of The Time Machine and The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells: A steady twilight brooded over the earth. And the band of light that had indicated the sun […]
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An image has haunted me since at least some time after my eleventh birthday when a school chum gave me a lovely one volume copy of The Time Machine and The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells: A steady twilight brooded over the earth. And the band of light that had indicated the sun […]
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A Merry Romp with the Freewill Players
I’m a sucker for Shakespeare done in the out-of-doors. When old Will’s words are performed in the Heritage Amphitheatre beside the lake in the heart of Edmonton’s central River Valley Parks, it’s hard for a company to do wrong by me. I admit, however, that, even after th...
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I’m a sucker for Shakespeare done in the out-of-doors. When old Will’s words are performed in the Heritage Amphitheatre beside the lake in the heart of Edmonton’s central River Valley Parks, it’s hard for a company to do wrong by me. I admit, however, that, even after th...
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I guess that’s a wrap.
I guess that’s a wrap for my little “Guenevere.” I never imagined my bare words would or even could be presented so powerfully! Thank you, Director Eric Smith, Captain, my Captain, for being so ingenious, industrious, focused, silly, serious, distracted, and for...
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I guess that’s a wrap for my little “Guenevere.” I never imagined my bare words would or even could be presented so powerfully! Thank you, Director Eric Smith, Captain, my Captain, for being so ingenious, industrious, focused, silly, serious, distracted, and for...
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In the Parking Lot of Walmart I Sat Down and Wept
By the rivers of Babylon, There we sat down, Yea, we wept, When we remembered Zion. – Psalm 137 A few days ago I went to get my hair cut at my usual place, which is in one of those suburban “outlet malls” which plague North America. After I parked, I realized I needed a […]
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By the rivers of Babylon, There we sat down, Yea, we wept, When we remembered Zion. – Psalm 137 A few days ago I went to get my hair cut at my usual place, which is in one of those suburban “outlet malls” which plague North America. After I parked, I realized I needed a […]
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The Tragedy of “Guenevere”
A number of months ago I had another of my surprising little career changes. On a whim, I had submitted an old manuscript I had kicking around to the Walterdale Theatre’s Cradle to Stage Festival. To my surprise, my play, Guenevere, was selected for development alongside Tessa Simpson̵...
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A number of months ago I had another of my surprising little career changes. On a whim, I had submitted an old manuscript I had kicking around to the Walterdale Theatre’s Cradle to Stage Festival. To my surprise, my play, Guenevere, was selected for development alongside Tessa Simpson̵...
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“Queen Milli of Galt” at the Walterdale Playhouse
Queen Milli of Galt is a bitter-sweet and charming and lovely play about love and duty. I was mentioning to my companion on the walk home after the preview performance at the Walterdale (shoutout to the Alberta Society of Artists for the invitation) that because I’ve spent so much more time...
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Queen Milli of Galt is a bitter-sweet and charming and lovely play about love and duty. I was mentioning to my companion on the walk home after the preview performance at the Walterdale (shoutout to the Alberta Society of Artists for the invitation) that because I’ve spent so much more time...
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Why learn Latin?
For the last week or two I’ve been fairly obsessively ruminating about my personal biographical relationship to some little spots around the Bay of Naples and the sweep of history upon which that relationship is contingent. And for a number of years I’ve been ruminating about the abs...
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For the last week or two I’ve been fairly obsessively ruminating about my personal biographical relationship to some little spots around the Bay of Naples and the sweep of history upon which that relationship is contingent. And for a number of years I’ve been ruminating about the abs...
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New Voices
What an inspiring evening hearing New Voices I just had! I’m still trying to process a bunch of stuff: A young lady I’ve seen have scary tantrums and whom I’ve also seen around town doing the kind of menial jobs that people with developmental disabilities are sadly so lucky to g...
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What an inspiring evening hearing New Voices I just had! I’m still trying to process a bunch of stuff: A young lady I’ve seen have scary tantrums and whom I’ve also seen around town doing the kind of menial jobs that people with developmental disabilities are sadly so lucky to g...
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Thoughts Arising from the Passing of Stuart McLean
At some point yesterday I idly tweet-quoted a CBC tweet-link about the death of humorist Stuart McLean, adding a little thought: I choose to remember the times I sat in the car long after parking listening to Mr. McLean’s terribly clever & essentially human absurdities. I ...
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At some point yesterday I idly tweet-quoted a CBC tweet-link about the death of humorist Stuart McLean, adding a little thought: I choose to remember the times I sat in the car long after parking listening to Mr. McLean’s terribly clever & essentially human absurdities. I ...
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I Took My Father for a Drive Today
My father was born and raised in Montreal in the first half of the last century. He served in the RCAF (briefly) and the Royal Canadian Navy (less briefly) during World War II. In the ’60s he traveled in Europe as a merchandise buyer for a major Canadian jewelry chain. For some reason, alth...
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My father was born and raised in Montreal in the first half of the last century. He served in the RCAF (briefly) and the Royal Canadian Navy (less briefly) during World War II. In the ’60s he traveled in Europe as a merchandise buyer for a major Canadian jewelry chain. For some reason, alth...
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On Gluten-Free Bread
Hoy, ayer y mañana se comen caminando, consumimos un día como una vaca ardiente, nuestro ganado espera con sus días contados, pero en tu corazón el tiempo echó su harina, mi amor construyó un horno con barro de Temuco: tú eres el pan de cada día para mi alma. — Neruda, Love Sonnet LXXVII I ...
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Hoy, ayer y mañana se comen caminando, consumimos un día como una vaca ardiente, nuestro ganado espera con sus días contados, pero en tu corazón el tiempo echó su harina, mi amor construyó un horno con barro de Temuco: tú eres el pan de cada día para mi alma. — Neruda, Love Sonnet LXXVII I ...
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“Othello” at the Walterdale Theatre
“. . . no African actor should ever want to play Othello.” — Minister Faust, Author ” “a person of colour should always play the role of Othello. If you can’t cast it, don’t do it.” — John Hudson, Artistic Director of Shadow Theatre Is ...
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“. . . no African actor should ever want to play Othello.” — Minister Faust, Author ” “a person of colour should always play the role of Othello. If you can’t cast it, don’t do it.” — John Hudson, Artistic Director of Shadow Theatre Is ...
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Cardiac Theatre’s Production of “Peter Fechter: 59 Minutes”
Westwärts schweift der Blick; ostwärts streicht das Schiff. Frisch weht der Wind der Heimat zu . . . — Richard Wagner, Tristan und Isolde What a wonderful opportunity it is to see Jordan Tannahill’s Peter Fechter: 59 Minutes on stage five short blocks from home! Cardiac Theatre’...
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Westwärts schweift der Blick; ostwärts streicht das Schiff. Frisch weht der Wind der Heimat zu . . . — Richard Wagner, Tristan und Isolde What a wonderful opportunity it is to see Jordan Tannahill’s Peter Fechter: 59 Minutes on stage five short blocks from home! Cardiac Theatre’...
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