at Friends for cityboy. Yesterday, particularly, four classes,lots of moving around, climbing stairs, etc. Came home and could hardly move. No work today---I think that is a good thing---though I will go to the Winter Concert in the meeting house tonight. Will return to Friends on Friday (if not tomorrow) for some "fun' with the eighth graders and possibly chaperone a trip by the debating society of the upper school, in which they will compete with students from Stuyvesant and one other school Should be fun, if I do it.
Saturday night, turned out to be very special. Went to the TEAM petri project at the ART space in Brooklyn. A beautiful two person show created by Jill F about her four (I think) years teaching special education children (mostly autistic) in the Brooklyn Public School system. Very deeply felt, also my friend Flaco added his own experiences. Jill is an amazing actress---so many good young actresses around---really hard to quantify, but somehow when Jill creates. time and space seem for me to disappear. The piece itself is very potent---I hope it has a life after this workshop, though where it fits is a bit of a mystery. So much that I understood and identified with in the piece, from the 14 or 15 times I worked with special ed kids in Manhattan and Brooklyn when I subbed for the DOE.
Afterwards we all headed across the street to Bar 7---a bar that I had passed several times in my wanderings in Brooklyn, had wanted to go in, but never did. But it was eas, since a group of us were going---it is really a nice space, and I had a really nice light beer--no television in the place, so if I go, will have to bring some reading material and hope for some good conversation from people nearbye, or even possibly some "adventure" there. But who knows when the next time will be. I had some great conversations about theater (and only theater) with friends Lucy, Christina, Jess, who directed the piece we saw, and several others. We talked deep into the night---I left the bar around 12:30, late for me, and headed west to Flatbush to pick up the 2 train at the Nevnins Street station. First time I traveled the subways this late at night in a long time---surprised that the subways were not very full, but more, how each car seemed to have at least one homeless person asleep on a bench. Really sad. Did get home okay though, around 1:30,
Sunday, saw the Friends winter play at the Vineyard, Twelfth Night---and even though I know it so well, and had just seen the remarkable production at the Delacourt a few months ago, really enjoyed just listening to the verse. Director Steve B created his usual excellent movement and placement for the students who were performing. Were there some performances that he could have done a little better with? Hard to say---some interesting text choices, but some of the sadness and a wistfulness of the play was lost. Still, I guess impressive on many levels and the audience seemed to enjoy it. After that it was a return to the apartment and one final event of the weekend---watching the movie by Christian Petzoid, part of his retrospective by the Linoln Center film society, the movie Pheonix. Wanted to see another aspect of his film making, about three minutes into the film I realized that I had actually seen this movie before--kind of disappointed by that but stayed anyway---was able to get a lot of sub text that I had not previously--so the time spend was worthwhile.
That is all for now, will report soon.
No comments:
Post a Comment