Friday, December 7, 2007




Tragedy is better forgotten
than understood.
The Lily of lilies better hidden
behind some ambivalent wood.

Choose dishonesty,
not ignorance nor innovation.
A sublime poem
was once killed by revelation.

- I saw 'Wilde'.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

I thought of a play today...conceived a play if you will...
and when I say I'm thinking of a play, the first thing I always think of is the music... I know exactly which songs, tracks, sounds go where...

Characters are initially just moods... just tangled up feelings and pasts... what blends them into a story are other things like the set...
the season of the year when all of that stuff is happening...
I wish I could make it rain outside when my play was out there offering itself to others...
I wish daylight would actually creep in just as the characters begn to feel at home in the darkness...

I wish I could make the audience feel the night breeze... I wish everything could actually happen by a window with just a streetlamp throwing light over whatever is going on...

and if only I could have it all without some of those blackouts in between... not all... only a few of them...



... or was it a film?...