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    A Clear-Eyed Clean-shaven Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     


     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     

    Halloween's over.
    We have saved enough Daylight.
    Next stop: Thanksgiving!

     

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     I sail into the
    darkness.   The sunset leaves me
    without any friends.


    (Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

     

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    The fear we will die
    and no-one will remember
    motivates many.

     

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    Cold and rainy days
    chill me right to the bone, so
    I make some hot soup.


     

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    I told the barber,
    "Cut it all off" ... but then
    he shaved my eyebrows.


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    Watching the sunrise
    Albino Darth Vader thinks,
    'Look on the bright side.'


    (Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

     

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    A lonely bus stop
    on a Monday afternoon
    I count the taxis.

     

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    You must cover stops
    to start the music,  take your
    piccolo and blow.

     

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    He hesitated,
    needing to sharpen his edge.
    Time was almost gone.

     

     

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    The intensity
    of the setting sun casts long
    shadows 'neath the pier.

     

     

    (Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)


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    tanka haiku: A third floor walk-up
    in a poor neighborhood, with
    a backyard garden.

    There, for him, it all began
    and, for her, it all ended.

     

     

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    Oh Sunday morning ...
    When did you arrive?  I can't
    find my shirt and pants.

     

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    Our hearts are widest
    when we put aside our thoughts
    and let ourselves feel.

     

     

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    tanka haiku:

    My neighbor's daughter
    has a lemonade stand which
    offers free cookies.

        A lousy biz'ness model?
        Sure ... but then, so is Facebook.


     

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    Sometimes in my dreams,
    I meet you in Times Square and
    we are "us" again.

     

     

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    As the dusk draws nigh
    chickens roost and dogs bark at
    approaching shadows.

     


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    Come Winter, the trees
    are merely shelves for snowflakes,
    biding time till Spring.

     

     

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    tanka haiku: On a corner lot,
    a two-story brick building
    is all that remains.

    Glories of another time,
    too soon reduced to rubble.

     

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    He's considered dull;
    just muddling through Life ... yet
    his heart slays dragons.


     

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    Now is not the time?!
    Now is ALWAYS the time!!  It's
    the tense we're stuck in.

     

     

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    We seldom notice
    the slow erosion of Life.
    we prefer dreaming.

     

     

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    Laughter's a rainstorm,
    that washes away the gloom,
    and cleans Life's sidewalks.


     

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    The writer just smiled;
    he'd heard thoughts were fleeting, but
    wet ink would soon dry.

     

     

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    It feels like Winter.
    All I do is stare at the
    flowered wallpaper.

     

     


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    His tortured soul found
    small measures of contentment
    just beyond its reach.

     


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    When she walked away,
    I brought my hands to my face,
    to hold in my dreams.

     

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    I walked through a field
    to get to the main road, and
    lost all track of time.

     

     

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    Don't feel discouraged
    when your back's against the wall ...
    you've found some support.


     

     

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    Fitful nights will end.
    Sleep will overtake sadness.
    Mornings begin fresh.

     

     

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    Though Life continues,
    and struggles will never end,
    the peach tree still blooms.

     


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    A new moon will shine
    on an old village square, and
    make it young again.

     


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    Glowings in the sky;
    Aurora Borealis ...
    looks quite magical.

     


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    Here is a lesson
    to be learned and not forgot;
    While music plays, dance.

     

     

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    Your world's no larger
    than the size of your heart and
    the depth of your dreams.

     

     


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    If you want the world
    to be your oyster, it helps
    to know how to shuck.

     

     

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    NOT part of the series, At Rest ...
    (But maybe it should be ...)

    His exhausted wife
    had quite enough, and filed for
    a separation.

     


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    A tiny sparrow
    is chased by a feisty pup
    pulling a young girl.

     

     

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    Happiness is not
    a station you arrive at,
    it's the train you're on.


     

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    A tangle of trees
    may clutter the morning sky
    but happily so.


     

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    If you only stand
    facing West, than nothing will
    ever dawn on you.


     

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    The green glow of night,
    a downtown drenched in fog, we
    escape by subway.

     

     


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    The sun was stymied,
    but blue skies infused the clouds,
    a dark hope prevailed.

     


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    Though fragile hearts need
    whispered blessings, they also
    need our steady hands.


     

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    Compassion for those
    that never got sick ... Old age
    will be quite a shock.

     


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    Despite majestic
    morns and lazy afternoons ...
    All days end in fire.


     

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    To illuminate
    is better than to merely shine.
    Teach thinking, not thoughts.


     

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    Her face obscured by
    scarves, a woman rushes by
    clutching her Starbucks.


     

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    At the sky’s edges,
    mountaintops still pierce the clouds,
    to peek at heaven.

     

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    Through my telescope,
    the moon appears so bright and
    nearly within reach.

     


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    Bonus ... While searching through my old diskettes for the Fred Allen play I told DD about last week,  I came across this little piece that I wrote some time around 1988 or 1989.  At the time, I was a member of a playwright's group.  Since we were all interested in play structure, we called ourselves the Playwrights' Construction Company.  We produced a bill of one-acts Off-Off Broadway called War and Pieces, but after a couple of years we disbanded and went our separate ways.    I think this sketch was written as part of a challenge to write a play in twenty minutes.  This is what I came up with,   It seems a bit quaint now, but remember, this was written in a time before the popularity of the internet and social media, etc.

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                          A Negative Reaction   -  by Michael Tracy Smith   (c) 1989

     

    At Rise: The office of Thomas Manion, campaign manager for Jason Phillips's Senatorial election bid.   Thomas (Tom) Manion is seated at his desk, talking on the phone.

                             Tom
    How am I feeling? Jesus Christ, it's the fifty-third crisis we've had since noon. Of course, my ulcer is acting up! It's eight minutes until this god-damn press conference starts and we can't find our candidate. I don't know, the mobile phones are all out. Some kind of dirty trick, I imagine. I'm telling you, this is a travesty of a campaign. Please, Bill, ya gotta give me a hand, we're drownin' here. Those bastard Republicans are slinging crap at us from all directions. What? No,I can't, that's the problem. I'm afraid our candidate doesn't want to go negative. Well, I know you've never had a problem with that. Yeah, so,...look, all I'm asking is for two appearances. A fund-raiser, and a standup with our guy at the parade. Any interviews you can do on the side are gravy. How should I know what happened? All of a sudden, our sure thing shoe-in, has become a mud-magnet.
       (The intercom buzzes)  Hold on. Yeah? Thank God. Send him in.

    (Jason Phillips enters)

                             Tom
    Well, Jason Phillips, speak of the devil. Where have you been? You're Late. Y'know, We've dropped five points in the polls coming out tomorrow. Just a second. Stay right there. (He gets back on the phone.) Jason just got here. I'm fucking elated. Look, Bill, I'll put all my cards on the table. I need you. You've got to help us shove a cork up this thing. For the good of the party.  O.k., then how about as a personal favor to me? Good. Thanks. Have your staff call me to arrange the limo. (He hangs up)

                             Jason
    Tom, I think you're making a big mistake.

                             Tom
    You want to be the new Senator from this state or not?

                             Jason
    Of course, but a two-term hack congressman like Bill Freelander, with his nasty rhetoric and scathing sound bites shouldn't be the way I get there.

                             Tom
    We've got to retaliate. And speaking of getting here, where have you been?

                             Jason

    I was stuck at that Senior Citizen Center in Plainfield. They had a power outage.

                             Tom
    Why didn't you use the car phones.

                             Jason
    We had to turn them off. Something about them being on the same frequency as all the pacemakers.

                             Tom
    You fell for that old trick?

                             Jason
    You mean it's not true?

                             Tom
    Hell no. The Republicans just wanted to make you look ridiculous. Now do you see why you're going to have to retaliate?

                             Jason
    No. It's not right, I won't do it.

                             Tom
    Oh, excuse me, Mr. Michael Dukakis. Come on, pal, don't be a schmuck. This campaign is hemorrhaging. Just let me do my job. I'll send a couple of high hard ones back at your opponent, Griffin Mannix. And they won't even know you had anything to do with it.

                              Jason
    No.

                              Tom
    Look, Jason, this morning a commercial began playing every twenty minutes on every TV channel, in the tri-state area, that says that in 1973 you transfered $100,000. in stock certificates into your wife's name.

                              Jason
    I think I did...

                              Tom
    And then later while serving in the legislature, they say you voted for a bill which greatly enhanced the value of that stock.

                              Jason
    Which bill are they talking about?

                             Tom
    Dillingham-Benson?                                         

                             Jason
    Well sure, I voted for that bill. It was in the best interest of my constituents.

                             Tom
    What?!

                             Jason
    Besides, I had already sold the stock they're talking about.

                             Tom
    When?

                             Jason
    Two years beforehand.

                             Tom
    That's great. Then we're out of the woods.

                             Jason
    Absolutely. In fact, if we really need it, I think my brother could probably find the bill of sale...

                             Tom
    Your wife didn't sell it to your brother, did she?...

                             Jason
    Sure she did. Nothing wrong with that. It was absolutely legal. And it still is. How can they make such a big thing out of it?

                             Tom
    Kid, this is politics, they can do and say anything they want.

                             Jason
    But I didn't do anything wrong!

                             Tom
    It doesn't matter. They have created the appearance of wrong-doing. Facts don't play a part in Politics.

                             Tom
    Would anyone really believe them?

                             Tom
    If you say anything about anybody, somebody is going to believe it.

                             Jason
    Well, I'll just deny it. Very strongly.

                             Tom
    You need to do more than that. You've got to come back with a zinger of your own.

                             Jason
    Look Tom, I know you're the seasoned veteran here, trying to help out this naive young neophite, but please, don't ask me to do this.

                             Tom
    Why? What else do you have to hide?

                             Jason
    Nothing.

                             Tom
    Another scandal? Dames? Drugs? Booze? Tax Problems? Homo-sexuality?

                             Jason
    None of the above.

                             Tom
    Then come on, you're hiding something, what is it?

                             Jason
    I've done nothing wrong!

                             Tom
    Are you sure?

                             Jason
    Of course I'm sure. Whose side are you on?

                             Tom
    Yours. I'm just trying to understand why you won't go negative and attack Griffin Mannix after he has viciously attacked you.

                             Jason
    Let's just say that it's a matter of principle.

                             Tom
    Keep your fucking principles in a box until after you're elected.

                             Jason
    What is your problem with me winning this election fairly and ethically?

                             Tom
    My heart can't take it. You started out leading by 23 points in the polls. You're now down to leading by two. There's only five days until the election, and you're ignoring this god-damned little republican bastard, who's standing here hitting you over the head with a metaphorical crowbar.

                             Jason
    A metaphorical crowbar? Tom, I think you're exaggerating, and possibly hallucinating.

                             Tom
    I'm not exaggerating. Things are serious, Jason. Now, I've had the staff working day and night for weeks to come up with a devastating response, and they think they've found something. Just untie my hands, and let me do my job, that's all I'm asking.

                             Jason
    Tom, can I ask you something?

                             Tom
    What?

                             Jason
    Honestly now, do you really think I'm going to lose?

                             Tom
    Yes.   That plain enough for you? You're going to be buried alive if you don't stop this negative avalanche. Now if you'll agree to do it, and I strongly urge you to, I've scheduled a Press Conference in five minutes for you to announce the allegations that we've come up with.

                             Jason
    Don't put me in a bind, Tom. I don't like this. It's just not right. But, I'll be reasonable. If it'll calm your panic, I'll at least listen to what the staff has come up with. Fair?

                             Tom
    Let me get Marty in here.  (Into intercom)   Marty, I need you, NOW.

                             Jason
    I'm not saying I'll use it...I'm just curious about what your people have come up with.

                             Tom
    Our people. I understand.

                             Marty (Enters)
    Yes, Mr. Manion?

                             Tom
    Read what we've got on that little Republican asshole.

                             Marty (Reading from list)
    Mr. Mannix has never gotten a license for his dog.

                             Tom
    Is that it?

                             Marty
    No sir. (Continues reading) He owes thirty-two dollars in overdue library fines.

                             Tom
    And...?

                             Marty
    And in 1968, he received a loan from a friend totaling several thousand dollars, which he failed to report on his financial disclosure forms.

                             Tom
    Bingo!!    Do you know the exact figure?

                             Marty
    Yeah, I think so. (He looks it up) Two thousand eighty nine dollars.

                             Jason
    And sixteen cents?

                             Marty
    Oh, yeah, sixteen cents. How did you know that?

                             Tom
    Yeah, how did you know that?

                             Jason
    Just a guess. Have you got anything else on him?

                             Marty
    Nothing as good as this.

                             Tom
    What is he, Jesus Christ, for God's sake? I can't believe you couldn't find anything else. Are you sure? What about College? Everybody screws up in College.

                             Marty
    He had a 4.0 grade point average and was President of his Fraternity.

                             Tom
    Shit.   Well, I guess we'll have to go with the loan allegation.

                             Jason
    What allegation?

                             Tom
    That he got the loan illegally, failed to disclose it on his taxes, and that it was somebody's attempt to bribe him, and by accepting it, he broke the law.

                             Jason
    That's a pretty strong allegation, isn't it?

                             Tom
    Fire with fire. Mud with mud.

                             Jason
    Except we can't use it.

                             Tom
    The reporters are already beginning to gather for the Press Conference. Why can't we use it? It's true, right, Marty?

                             Marty
    Oh, it's true alright.

                             Tom
    So?

                             Jason
    I lent Griffin the money.

                             Tom
    WHAT?!

                             Jason
    We were in the same fraternity at College. He was in a bad way, after his father died, so I lent him the money.

                             Tom
    You lent him the money.    This is astounding...

                             Jason
    I also can't talk about it.   It's has to do with a sacred oath we took while we were in the fraternity.

                             Tom
    You're a schmuck, do you know that?

                             Jason
    Tom...

                             Tom
    I mean it!   Jason, grow up! You've got to forget all that college shit!
    You're adult now! None of that shit applies anymore.

                             Jason
    I wouldn't expect you to understand.

                             Tom
    Don't get holier than thou on me. I'm just saying that as an adult you don't have to hold to secret oaths you made with every kid at camp you pricked your finger and became blood brothers with.

                             Jason
    I swore before God I'd never take advantage of a fraternity brother.

                             Tom
    Oh really.   Well, what about him?   Didn't your dear frat brother take the same oath? Don't you see, Griffin's using your own reluctance to violate the oath to bash you over the head. He knows he can say anything and you aren't going to respond.

                             Jason
    I can only worry about my own integrity.

                             Tom
    Jason. Once a pact is broken, anything goes.

                             Jason
    So how did you find out about the loan? I thought it was just between him and me.

                             Tom
    Marty overheard him talking to one of his advisors.

                             Marty
    I was sitting in the Men's room at the Bi-Partisan Charity Dinner last night. Griffin Mannix comes in with his media guy. The media guy had had a few drinks and he said he was getting worried about having to explain the loan. Right away, I thought to myself, "Hmm, this might be useful."  But then Mannix says not to worry, you'll never reveal anything about the loan. Anyway, they talked for awhile, and from what they said I was able to go back and do a little detective work. It's all there in his bank records. The only thing I couldn't figure out was who lent him the money and why you'd never reveal the loan.

                            Jason
    I guess when it comes to donors, I wouldn't be the most obvious suspect.

                             Marty
    Well, that would explain why they think that we know about the loan story and have been holding back on it. They figure we'll break it the weekend before the election, thereby leaving them no time to respond.

                             Tom
    Marty, I hate to admit it, but you were sandbagged.

                             Jason
    Sandbagged? How do you know that?

                             Tom
    Griffin Mannix wants us to bite on the loan allegation story. He fed it to Marty, so it sounded legit, he's hoping, of course, that either Jason has forgotten about the loan or we move on it without running it by him first. Then when we bring it up, he produces xeroxes of your original check showing it was you that lent him the money in the first place and once again, we look like idiots...

                             Marty
    But he's a cheater, he didn't disclose it on his tax returns.

                             Jason
    That's o.k., I'm such a boy scout, I won't bring it up...

                             Tom
    Exactly. And if you do he's ready. Are you beginning to get an idea of what's going on?

                             Jason
    I think so.

                             Tom
    He makes you look like the premeditated scoundrel, not him.

                             Marty
    Do you want me to go cancel the Press Conference?

                             Tom
    No. Just stall them. We got them here, that's the hard part, now we just need to think of something to tell them.

    (Marty exits)

                             Jason
    I could haul out the old stump speech.

                             Tom
    No. They're sick of it, and frankly, so am I. Wait. I've got it. Turnabout is fair play. Right? Well, if the scoundrel wants to make the boy scout look like a scoundrel, let's confuse everybody by making the scoundrel look like a boy scout.

                             Jason
    I don't get it.

                             Tom
    We 've got to get the press to switch perceptions about Mannix, so we play statesmen. We tell everyone what a nice guy Mannix is, personally. And stress the word, "Nice". We repeat it everywhere we go, and eventually even Mannix himself will think he's the Sugar Plum Fairy.   Obviously, if we use enough innuendo, the press will think we're hiding something.  They'll dig, find nothing, except his unlicensed dog and his overdue library books, and then because they need a story, every columnist in town will be writing articles about whether Griffin Mannix is too "Nice" to be Senator.

                             Jason
    What will that accomplish?

                             Tom
    We supply a constant stream of nice ineffectual politicians and paint Griffin as being more of the same. We do a quickie TV Spot contrasting you as strong, decisive and tough with a bold vision for America versus the nice, sweet, well-intentioned, Mr. Mannix, who just wants everyone to like him.

                             Jason
    But can we make it stick? Mannix isn't really like that.

                             Tom
    Never underestimate the element of surprise, and the power of suggestion. Now what do you say, Jason, are you willing to try it?

                             Jason
    Well, I guess, technically it's not a negative ad.

                             Tom
    Not at all. How can calling someone "Nice" be negative?

                             Jason
    Then I wouldn't be violating my oath, would I?

                             Tom
    Not in the least.

                             Jason
    Okay.  Then let's begin to spread the Gospel of St. Mannix.

                             Tom
    Atta boy, Jason!!   Now, let's go give those reporters a great big heaping helping of your kinder, gentler opponent.    It’ll ruin him!!

                             Jason
    And to think, you wanted me to go negative!

    (They exit)

                            

    CURTAIN


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    I expect your play will be ripped off, disguised, and used as an episode of "The Good Wife".Good work, though in my book you could never go negative.

    Love your cache of haiku.

    Wrote this a while back. It's deer season in Texas and I can hear shots intermittently in the background as Friday night passes on my farmette and the week that was the election is ending---mercifully. 

     

    The hunt over, an

    8-Pointer splayed on a Jeep!

    Oh the joy, the pain.

     

     


     

    "8-pointer splayed on a jeep!" LOL   Excellent, Oxy!

    One of the Summers in the early 1990's, when was performing in one of my one-man plays in New Hope, PA, I remember walking down a quiet country road in Solebury and this huge deer suddenly bounded out of the woods and landed in the road about 6 feet in front of me.  I think he was as startled to see me as I was to see him.  We looked at each other for a moment, and then the deer turned and leapt over a split rail fence and ran off and I continued on my way to the theater.   It was quite surreal.


    I had a similar experience with a moose on a trail in Vermont. I didn't know whether he was going to charge, or not. I was able back myself down the trail.

    Ah, New Hope. Ever hear of the theater in the round in Lambertville? I spent three years there one Summer. Shows went for two weeks. Resident performing cast rehearsed a second show, read third show, all in the two week time frame.

    Can't remember the name of the bar on the river in New Hope, well known to artists and media folk. Foul tongued proprietor woman. I rented a shack right on the river bank on N.J. side.  


    Old Circus tent rule.

    Always place the pop corn stand

    Upwind of patrons.

     

    Upwind from a bear.

    Too bad he didn't know it.

    No pop corn for lunch.

     

     


    Good ones, Oxy!

     

    Movie theatres know
    circus rules of which you speak ...
    Popcorn stands upwind.


    I have heard of it although I never got there.  I did get to perform one night at the Bucks County Playhouse in New Hope as part of a benefit for the Performing Arts Festival.  Got to meet Celeste Holm.  

    Lambertville is great.  There are some nice bed and breakfast places there, and lots of arts and antiques ... I loved the old Acme supermarket that used to be there.  It was a step back in time, as it still looked as if it was still in the 1940's.    

    Could the bar be John and Peters?  That is a hot spot for music and a woman who was the wife of one of the owners, might have fit your description.  She was also the driving force behind the New Hope Performing Arts Festival which produced four of my plays back in the early 90's.  Her name was Robin Larsen.  She was a dear friend of mine but sadly, passed away a few years ago.   
     


    I don't think it was Robin, she sounds much too refined. And I never got around to the playhouse because I was stretched out with the circus tent musicals. The producer was St. John Terrell (he had been the voice of Jack Armstrong on radio) a real character. At that time he had four tents in operation around the East. Wonderful actors, dancers---unbelievably dedicated. When I saw Chorus Line for the first time, I wept.


    Robin was a wonderful mix of savvy art curator, shame-less fund-raiser, bawdy sailor and mother hen.  She was probably the only Artistic Director I've ever met that also washed and ironed all the actors' costumes ... She had an enormous heart, and an even bigger laugh.    One of my favorite memories involving her was the time I came down to help her with a fundraiser for the Festival and she insisted that I take a huge chunk of pate back to NYC with me.  Unfortunately, she dropped me off at the train station too late and I had missed the last train back to New York.  I tried to catch up with her, but it was midnight and she had already pulled out of the parking lot and was headed back to New Hope ... so I ended up wandering the deserted Trenton train station all night, carrying ten pounds of pate, looking for a pay phone. Turned out there were no working pay phones ...  It was the early 90's and I had no cell phone, no change in my pocket, not enough money to pay for a taxi, and no ATMs at the station... All I had was ten pounds of pate wrapped in aluminum foil.   Somehow I managed to stay alive until a train for New York came through around 5:30 AM ... and some homeless people that lived in the station got to enjoy some pate that night.  


    Thanks for that great story. Pate in Trenton, love it. You painted a great picture.

    BTW, restaurant was Odettes. Later it was noted as the restaurant from which Jessica Savitch, driving out the wrong gate, drove into a canal, overturning her car.


    Oh yes. I remember Odettes well ... and Jessica Savitch.  I think I was still working at WNBC-TV when she had that infamous news update moment. 


    LOL...Did you throw in that tombstone just for Richard?  LOL...I think you just made his day. 

    The Darth Vader picture reminds me of the group over at Volcano Cafe.  When the fission eruption took place in Iceland in the end of August this summer,  the Iceland and Oxford U. brought in a Doppler radar and set it up in the view of one of the monitor cameras.   This was up on top of hill looking over the lava field and eruption.  It looked like RD2D sitting there all by it self in front of a barren landscape of lava.  They would capture pictures to add to comment section of what was going on in the lava field so those with limited internet connections that could not get live feed could see.  I know you are thinking how boring.  There were plenty of other things to watch like drum plots of earth quakes and calculating cauldera subsidence.  But the night when the winter weather had set in they came and took it away with it's bowser fuel tank, those geeks behaved like they just lost a friend out there in the field. Some one had taken the time to photo shop a scarf round it for the winter a few days earlier.  

    Any ways this has been one of the largest lava eruptions since late 1700's only Pinatuboe(sp?) spewed more lava in the Philippians. It is still going strong and Icelanders have to be careful about the S2O that comes in a mist cloud over their towns,  It has covered and area the size of Manhattan with 30 feet deep lava. 

    I enjoyed your play.   

     


    Thanks trkingmomoe.   When I saw the tombstone picture, I knew I had to include it in this week's collection,  LOL


    Treat the infection
    with rhetorical questions.
    Poultice wound with rage.

    Energetic steps,
    leaning into the cold rain,
    compress fallen leaves.

    Spattered by faint praise,
    he beat his chest like Tarzan.
    Jane kept on reading.


    Jeepers, moat!   (I thought I'd try a different response other than 'nice one, moat!')  

    Jane and her Kindle,
    eschew muscular contractions
    by reading tea leaves.

    Putting his head down.
    leaning into the cold rain,
    give Tarzan headache.

    Treating infections
    with rhetorical questions,
    is asking too much.

     


     

     


     


    Jane helps Tarzan dress.
    Shirt, trousers, socks, shoes and hat
    make a hot loincloth.


    Good one!!  We have a Jungle theme going ...


    As Jane discovered,
    Tarzan's loincloth may be hot,
    ah, but underneath ...


    I will get back to Chapter two.

    All I got is this on Haikus:

    The fear that I will die

    And no one will remember....

     

    Somehow my son is

    there and he remembers, Why?

    I do not know why.

     

    I could have been so

    Better, but I guess what I

    Did then was enough

     

    Enough for what? I

    Really have no clue as I

    Recall in these days

     

    I could have done much

    better, much better that time

     

    I am so lucky

    I am so very lucky

    To have my children

     

    Some of the children

    Remember things I just don't

    That is all I have

     

    I DO LOVE

     

     

     


    Lovely DD.  Just lovely.    

     

    I think to myself,
    I could have done much better
    if things were diff'rent.

    But what I did's all there is
    and besides, what do I know?

     

    ---

     

    I was a child for
    most of my life ... apparently
    that's not a parent.

    .
     


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    See, I told you to do this. hahahah

    THIS IS GREAT

    THIS IS A CREATIVE CORNER!

    And you are the most creative guy I have read in years.

    Here

    Why didn't you use the car phones.

                             Jason
    We had to turn them off. Something about them being on the same frequency as all the pacemakers.

                             Tom
    You fell for that old trick?

    I am not sure why but now I wish to close in on Cheney with my car phone.

    hahahah

    I will come back.

     


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