not so much to do until this evening; Michael was nice enough to invite me to the opening of King Lear,. such a hard play---still remember the Fletcher production from summer of 63, (an important summer for me; right before returning to Hopkins) and the Brook production from April of 64---drove down from Hopkins that day---spent the whole day in Washington. Parked to go to the Library of Congress in the beginning of the southeast variant. Astonished by the poverty that I saw---black people almost living in shacks---so close to the capital. Brook's production showed me that you could take a play and direct it in a totally different way---Fletcher's production was intense and very straightforward, while Brook's seemed to take place with the world already annihilated by nuclear bombs. Really have not seen a good production since those two---again the play is so hard to do.
Another day before two days at Friends. Long schedules, which I like. Tomorrow if nobody calls me will just tutor and play trivia. Still, the energy in the morning is so geared to going to school.
Sunday, another walk throught jewish Williamsburg (Marcy Avenue) to Bed Stuy. Amazing how Bed stuy sort of opens up. Broadway (the street in brooklyn) odd---first it is parallel to Marcy, then runs along side of it, then gives the rest of the area a lot of room. Still fascinated by the geography there. Time to move on....
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