At a stopping point....

 lacking passion, I guess---today the first of 4 free days---just what I wanted, but look, here I am on Friday around 7, all played out. Had planned to go to the Bushwcik Starr for a one man shw--but it looks like I am too tired. So try tomorrow--in spite of the fact that snow or rain is scheduled---feel it is important for me to  show support for that theater. They are also scheduled to have a fair of material pertaining to the black community--some books and zines etc. Might be good to get there early---see if I can have a dialogue with one or two of the people there. Can't imagine myself on the L train, coming back to Manhattan while the rain is pouring down---but---well we shall see.

Spent the morning at the Brooklyn Heights library, returning two books, including Invisible, the novel by Paul Auster that fascinates me. Third time I had read it---each time I seem more absorbed by it. I marvel at Auster;s ability to create---the depth of his imagination--can't possibly conceive of myself doing anything like that. The "absence" of self--the creation of life--how is it done? Interesting non fiction book by him at the library but could not take it out---need to dull my concentration a bit. 

Will probably stay in tonight---cold out there and feeling a little tired. I have to remember that at this point, a morning trip to Brooklyn Heights and about an hour of browsing in the library may take up all my energy for the day. So, far tomorrow---take it easy before the trip out to Bushwick---laundry and maybe a trip to Lincoln Center and the two libraries that are contained there. That should be all.  Some other interesting choices for tomorrow as well--- but ofcourse, they were conceived with the idea that I would go t Bushwick today, Did not happen---stay tuned.

Choices for today....,

must take laundry to neighborhood laundromat--then return a few hours later to pick it up. Sounds exciting doesn't it? It kind of moors me in between---cannot go far under these circumstances. Still my imagination is demanding that I stimulate it a little more.  Also have to make one credit card payment---then just wait to leave for the library and my tutoring schedule, which today could be very heavy. Working hard at that---yesterday had three students--feel that my committment to them is strong, but then when I come home I am really tired---no night life. So there we go. Only excitement is to go to web sites and consider what the President  and his cohorts are doing next, and how to deal with it. A whole other issue. Try to move on to another subject.

Hopkins is having its reunion weekend in early April--much too early in  tn my opinion. This is not my year, but I think it would be fun just to visit the campus---hang  around---on the Saturday of the Reunion. I would just dialogue with different people---students-alumni---faculty---campus workers---no real plans, just go with the flow. But can I do it. The two hotels near the campus are charging brutal prices for the weekend---don't really feel comfortable staying in people's apartments or homes with my illness issues--to find a hotel in downtown Baltimore means traveling to and from the campus--about wenty minute trip, but again, don't know how my stamina will manage it. So I am leaving it up in the air---for now. Probably a "dream deferred". (Thank you Langston Hughes). 

Speaking of Black artists, yesterday on  a theater Facebook page, I described a play by Jean Genet called The Blacks---which was a major off Broadway success in the early sixties. The white colonists of an African country summon a black group of citizens to perform a ritual play for them. The colonists who have all the control sit above and watch the blacks perform this ritual---except the colonists are all played by Black actors wearing white masks. Fantastic production which I saw in summer of 62---with Roscoe Lee Browne, Louis Gossett and Godfrey Cambridge among others. Such was the energy of the time that the play ran for over two years.  One remembers that time, totally different then now.

 

Okay time to carry the laundry to the laundromat---rest of the day to follow.