Why? Hard to say[--so what about now? At a turning point. Summer for you, cityboy, is almost here. That means less tutoring--more free time, and a lot of careful budgeting. So what can be done?
Interesting weekend---Saturday saw Three Houses, the musical conceived and written completely by Dave Malloy, for the second time. Better this time---I know why I came back--an intense study of "aloneness"; but musically expansive--I am awed by how many amazing ideas are in the music. Second time seeing it meaans one can focus more on the stage craft--lots of integral work with puppets in the musical which I did not realize before. And an amazing cast of six people. One of them, Henry S, is an actor I have known threw the years---probably since the eighties. We never worked together when I was directing, but there is some comreadeship. I had seen him after my first visit to the musical and told him I would return. After Saturday's performance we said hello--he seemed really happy that I had come back. His appreciation meant a lot to me. It is rare that a theatrical event really absorbs me---this one did. Walked back to my apartment from the theater--on 42nd and 10th, to where I live---76th and West End. Had to do it---needed solitude---a sense of my own identity---separate.
Yesterday---a little more difficult---tired but decided to visit Brooklyn---first stopping off at the Center for Fiction, then a movie at BAM. Got my ice coffee at the Center--(there are three other coffee places within the three blocks that surround BAM---is that all people do in Brooklyn--just drink coffee) but the reading room was closed---took a seat in the main room but felt cramped---tried to continue reading The Rainbow, by Lawrence, but was not happy. Soon it was time to see the movie I had come out to see. It was called Naked Acts, and was made in 96. The lead was played by a woman who at that time was a close friend of mine; she was not at this screening, but i returned to see the movie again as a way of remembering our friendship. Her performance dominated the movie--also in it was the late, great Ron Cephas Jones, just beginning his career as an actor---but the movie itself disappointed me---a little too obvious. Left a little down---stopped off at the Fulton Bar---one of the few bars that I now visit---and had a Ceasar salad--not much conversation and two tv's that were not showing baseball---and for some reason could not be changed to the channels that I wanted. Not great---but needed to do it. Restless subway ride home.
On Wednesday the librarys will be closed---so it seems like less tutoring. Will try to see at least one more play this week---take advantage of the free day. On Tuesday at Queens College, there is a play about Andrew Goodman, one of the three Civil Rights Workers killed in the summer of 64. I want very much to see it--not sure if I can make it out---there is also a foundation in his name that I should be more aware of. His name, along with the other two killed workers---James Chaney and Mickey Schwerner---has been basically forgotten by history--no schools or streets in the city named after them. How much of my imagination and 'life" can I give to this and other issues? Let's move on......
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