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  • Jacques Ranciere

    Here is a quote from Jacques Ranciere, who has been instrumental in shaping the way we think about City Council Meeting From Dissensus, page 58 (in my edition) “In the winter of 1995 in France there was a long public transport workers’ strike. An outpouring of…arguments sought to portray these workers as individuals out to…

  • Less With More, part 1

    When I teach, talk to artists and think about my life as a theater artist, I have been using the phrase “Do less with more,” as a counter to the crisis mode that seems embedded in much of the art production I see around me. I’ve talked about this in other forums – last year…

  • What You’ve Done, 2005

    Getting ready to go to Houston again, to work on The Frogs at the Cynthia Woods Mitchell Center and City Council Meeting, at DiverseWorks, reminded me how much I liked working down there before. Below is a clip of a dress rehearsal for What You’ve Done, a DiverseWorks and Project Row House co-production, featuring Eleanor…

  • Illinois

    Illinois

  • Labor Day in Urbana, IL

    Labor Day in Urbana, IL

    I had an awesome experience on Labor Day, here at the Urbana, IL Labor Day Parade. There were the usual floats – unions, candidates, fire trucks, etc. And then a woman of about 60, dressed head-to-toe as a thrift-store Mother Jones came by on foot, waving a flag and talking to people. The family of…

  • Contemporary National Politics Today

    So, the right are basically two-year-olds throwing tantrums, pulling everything off the shelves, breaking all the dishes and hurting themselves. They are tearing apart the house. The Democrats’ response is to stand in alternate between saying “don’t do that,” and, “Look at us! We’re not that mad! We’re reasonable!” Meanwhile the kids have gotten ahold…

  • Prose poem?

    I am cleaning out files and folders. I came across this. Is it enough to stand alone as a prose poem? Please answer in the comments below: ****  ” She could tell by his breathing what the dream was about. He had told her enough times after waking and she could often remember the particular…

  • Incremental Fiction (Pretending To Wake Up), part 4

    *** One winter, around that time, I am home for a holiday visit, walking around on a cold night, just after last call, and I stop by Curly’s, a diner open until four so drunks can dry up after last call. Curly’s is a place where I don’t expect to see anyone I know, where…

  • Incremental Fiction (Pretending To Wake Up), part 3

    We both go to New York for college in ’87. James studies history for a semester but drops out so he can “model” and “play bass” full-time, which means just enough to score. Over the next couple years I see him less but I hear stories—he’s back home, in a band called That Darn Cat…

  • Incremental Fiction, (“Pretending to Wake up”), part 2

    James and I start going to all-ages shows tucked away in sweaty holes by the University, five-band-five-dollar nights of half in-tune guitars and screamed rants distorted through a cheap sound system. The first is headlined by Husker Du, and it is terrifying. Bob Mould screams, red-faced, and grinds away at a Flying-V guitar; he has…