From Novi Sad, Serbia, A Proposal.
Hello. It’s November 27. I am in Novi Sad, where three years ago Kulturanova did a Serbian-language version of my play Open House, which is performed in homes. I’m here in the aftermath of the November 8 US election, wondering what to do. I’m talking to people about former President Milosevic, current President Nikolić (possibly worse, depending […]
I’m typing on my device, with my thumbs, while riding an M14A bus through a neighborhood that feels like it is slipping away, in a city that stays so vital despite itself. I loved taking my son with me to vote. I loved voting for the first female presidential candidate, even as I wish I […]
All Of The Above
In the week between the Republican and Democratic national conventions I had a travel day that ended up running several hours long, taking me from Raleigh, where I’d been teaching, to DC, where I was supposed to change planes, then back to Charlotte because of equipment failure, and then ultimately to Minneapolis, where I would […]
*Appropos of nothing – I meant to post this little piece of writing around 9-11 this year, and forgot, and then was getting rid of old things and found it and remembered. _____ The collective delusionary would not be surprised if five or 10 or 100 years from now, if any of our descendants are left, it […]
In Praise of Unresolved Work
This is something I wrote for the NEFA National Theater Project blog, earlier this year. Mallory and I are working on a book now, about City Council Meeting, and I’ve been going over some of the critical and curatorial conversations that have been had about it, by us and others. Please enjoy and disseminate as needed. IN […]
Last summer, I got to sit with Dwayne Patrick Calizo in the park by Yerba Buena Center, in San Francisco for a couple of hours. I was expecting we might be there for a half hour, maybe 45 minutes. Dwayne was becoming the centerpiece of our version of City Council Meeting at Zspace the next […]
I’m not a ‘creative’. Creative is an adjective, not a noun. I’m a noun. I’m an artist. Everyone is creative.
For me this is about two things: first, is just my inner cranky grammarian; “creative” is an adjective. Second is that calling someone a “creative” for me undercuts the potency of being an artist. I don’t think “artist” is slippery. It’s a noun, it’s a way of thinking of things. It’s a profession if you’re […]
Perfect City: San Francisco Postcard
Come to Perfect City’s panel discussion, October 6th. INFO Here is a postcard from San Francisco. We wandered your city and found parts of it dying. The parts with the shine and gloss. The parts with the locally sourced food. We found ourselves eating your past. And we have to say it tasted great. We […]
Another Year, Another Pollyanish Breakfast Metaphor, But This One In The Style Of Vice Magazine.
I fucking love to make pancakes from scratch. I think they are pretty good, too, and my wife loves them also, as does my son. My son (get ready to be jealous other hipster hippie art parents who try to give their kids healthy eating habits in this fucked up consumer junk food culture) likes […]
I gave a little talk on “Thriving As An Artist,” this fall, at ASU’s PAVE Program. I hope you enjoy it. IT’S RIGHT HERE