Halloween at Theater for the New City

For information, HERE.

Prince of the South

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Whip My Hair

Jackson Pollack meet Willow Smith

Trainspotting

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Clinging to the top of one of the last passenger trains across South Dakota, I wondered if I would survive.  Of course, I did, as you are reading this.  My father broke my ribs and my mother broke my heart.  Why did I run away from home?  Why did I risk life and limb?  Screaming in the night, the wind streaking, soul abandoned, the chase, the howl,  the night with the dogs and then the day, the walk down Main Street into the first jail cell of my life, thanks everyone, I feel free at last and my life is down the toilet.

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Joan Sutherland

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Joan Sutherland 1926 - 2010

New York Times obituary, HERE.

Yes, I saw that performance!

Wound Upon a Broken Heart

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Crawling through the shattered glass

Tears comingled with the trash

Wailing, moaning, noon and night

Giving shout in hopeless sight

I bleed a blood that’s not my own

I weep all night to the unknown

You laugh and smile in new good fortune

Remembering not, and so soon?

I live, I breath, I gasp in sorrow,

No pain enough today, tomorrow,

Eros’ arrow, wicked dart!

Wound upon a broken heart!

Train Wreck

Stairway to Heaven