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My Last Board Meeting

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Today is my last board meeting as president of the Kennedy Center. It is likely the last time I will sit in any board meeting as anything other than a consultant. After 29 years of running arts institutions and sitting in board meetings, my principal feelings are both of nostalgia and relief.

I have run five arts institutions in my career. In each case I was fortunate to have supportive, generous board members who provided tremendous assistance. Of course, each board had its own personality and culture with some being more engaged, others being more generous with their own funds, others being more argumentative. But all supported my work and my plans and I am indebted to each of them.

That said I will not miss going to board meetings. There is something uncomfortable about the board/staff relationship that I have never successfully navigated.

I appreciate that board members are empowered to govern the institution and decide who will run the organization and approve the annual budget and key plans. These are essential functions and those board members who approach these tasks with seriousness and generosity of spirit are invaluable.

But the truth is that staff members almost always know more than board members about the institution and its environment, opportunities and constraints. Staff members typically spend 40 to 60 hours a week at the organization, board members do not. As a group, staff members have a vast institutional memory about what has worked, who is interested in the institution, what the press cares about, etc. Sometimes this can get in the way of progress -- the fact that something has been tried does not mean it has been implemented well. But, in most cases, I find that staff members have a far deeper understanding of the institution than do their board members.

While board members bring their knowledge and experience from other ventures to the board room, this experience is not always transferable. Knowing how to market banks, soap or computers does not mean one knows how to market opera, for example.

And board members can escape -- they go on vacation, get deeply involved with their own projects, or can simply vanish for a period of time -- while staff members do not have that luxury. We cannot disappear during a cash flow crisis; we must deal with it.

So while I know I report to my board, I also often feel that I am reporting to a group of people who simply do not know as much as I do about the organization or are as responsible to it. I have to act as if they are my superiors without truly feeling it. I know this has been read as arrogance by more than one of my board members during my career and I imagine there is a touch of arrogance to my behavior.

I also know that the best boards and board chairs appreciate the expertise of staff and encourage a respectful dialogue between board members and staff leadership and I have been treated exceptionally well by all of my boards.

But I also know that I will breathe a sigh of relief when I leave the board room later today.

May the Fourth Be with You! A Star Wars Empire Custom Storm Trooper Helmet Show

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I traveled to downtown Los Angeles on Saturday to view the Star Wars Empire custom storm trooper helmet show at the Robert Vargas Gallery. The show was cool! Check out the over 800 pictures from all angles.

Stormtrooper helmets re-imagined by celebrities and artists will be on display in celebration of the global fan holiday, May the 4th.

Lucasfilm, Disney Consumer Products and Neff announced today the upcoming Star Wars Legion exhibition. Artists from across the Walt Disney company including Lucasfilm, Industrial Light and Magic, Marvel and Pixar -- as well as select street artists chosen by Neff and celebrity Star Wars fans -- all come together to create individualized interpretations of the iconic stormtrooper helmet in celebration of the global fan holiday, Star Wars Day or "May the 4th be with you."

"Creativity has been a hallmark of the Star Wars franchise for over 35 years," said Troy Alders, Lucasfilm creative director for Disney Consumer products. "May the 4th is a perfect time to celebrate this fantastic group of artist's unique creations and share them with Star Wars fans."

As a lifelong Star Wars fan, it's been a dream of mine to collaborate with Lucasfilm," says NEFF Founder and CEO, Shaun Neff. "Teaming up with some of the most prominent street artists from around the world, we are thrilled to work alongside the Walt Disney company -- to re-imagine such an iconic piece of cinematic history as the stormtrooper."

Click on through to see over 800 pictures of the show from all angles! There is a lot going on on these helmets and I bring it to you!

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Dazzling Debuts Lend Panache to Washington Opera's Magic Flute

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When artist Jun Kaneko's digital sets and inventive costumes for The Magic Flute debuted at San Francisco Opera two summers ago, the critics did handsprings. I'm sure operagoers enjoyed the same intriguing visuals in Washington National Opera's new production, which opened Saturday night at the Kennedy Center. But beyond the nonstop stream of colorful images, what I admired was an impressive group of artists, many of whom were making their WNO debut in this beloved Mozart work. And for this opera fan anyway, the evening's best rewards were found in finely nuanced singing, though Kaneko's cleverness was impressive.

Mozart and his last collaborator, singer-impresario Emanuel Schikaneder, created The Magic Flute as a Singspiel, a comic opera with spoken dialogue, meant to be acted and sung in the language of the people (i.e. German for its September 1791 Vienna premiere). In keeping with Mozart's original intent, WNO has created an English-language version with a witty, often poignant book by Kelly O'Rourke, the company dramaturge.

The plot pits the nefarious Queen of the Night against her daughter Pamina and the young prince Tamino against his own desire for love. Along the way Tamino acquires a sidekick, Papageno, who catches birds and longs for a soulmate, and he meets a wise guardian of a temple, Sarastro, who offers enlightenment through trials and music--yes, the help of an enchanted flute. WNO's production, directed by Harry Silverstein, does a stellar job dramatizing the interplay between good and evil.

The Magic Flute requires sensitive conducting and WNO maestro, Philippe Auguin, offered a sumptuous overture and excellent support throughout, even stopping at one point when Maureen McKay as Pamina suffered a coughing jag. She quickly recovered and this tiny problem did not dim her luminous performance. McKay has a bright lyric soprano with gorgeous high notes and elegant pianissimo, and she's a good actress. Since Pamina is her WNO debut, I hope she'll return.

Another highlight for me was hearing Joshua Hopkins as Papageno, also making his company debut. Never mind that the bird catcher in a green-and-black unitard is a scene-stealing role with the funniest lines. Joshua Hopkins has a plush, virile baritone that puts me in mind of another great Canadian baritone, Gerald Finley, and I predict Hopkins will have a similarly illustrious career. His Papageno was totally endearing, and his voice filled the Kennedy Center Opera House with sweetness and warmth. When he and McKay sang their first act duet about the virtues of love, I heard the vocal eloquence of two genuine Mozarteans.

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Joshua Hopkins as Papageno and Maureen McKay as Pamina.*


I also enjoyed Joseph Kaiser as the noble Tamino, Kathryn Lewek as the Queen of the Night--she nailed the famous high F in her big aria--Ashley Emerson as Papagena, and John Easterlin as Monostatos, all making their company debuts. Soloman Howard was an imposing Sarastro, and his rich basso added allure to the temple scenes. By the way the WNO chorus never sounded better--kudos to Steven Gathman, chorus master--and two stalwarts were fine in cameo roles: James Shaffran and Corey Evan Rotz as First Priest and Second Priest.

In an another touching and vocally majestic debut, David Pittsinger sang the Speaker, adding moral authority and weight to his claims that Sarastro was a force for good.

No Magic Flute would be successful without the machinations of the Three Ladies, sung and acted well by Jacqueline Echols, Sarah Mesko, and Deborah Nansteel, or the vocal charm of the Three Spirits, here portrayed by Will McKelvain, Jared Marshall, and Arya Bailan. This trio offered one of the night's best effects, arriving in three pretty cones suspended on wires and moving above the stage.

The opening performance was simulcast free to the public in Nationals Park as part of the company's "Opera in the Outfield" program. When each principal took a personal bow, he or she wore a red Nats cap or toted a baseball, a nod to those fans in the ballpark who were watching on the Nats HD scoreboard.

The Magic Flute runs through May 18 at the Kennedy Center Opera house. Two casts will alternate performances. For information contact, www.kennedy-center.org.


*Photo by Scott Suchman for Washington National Opera.

Prayers for Ringling Circus Aerialists

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Our hearts and prayers -- lots of prayers -- go out to the Ringling Bros. aerialists whose apparatus hovering over 30 feet in mid-air collapsed Sunday morning, May 4, 2014 in Providence, Rhode Island. Eight well-trained females were apparently attempting rhythmic gymnastics type of moves while dangling by their hair, while one dancer below was also injured.

Whether your last performance was in a third grade play of Wizard of Oz, a high school musical or community theatre or you're currently starring in Broadway shows such as Pippin or Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark, you understand the gravity of pulling off stunts on stage.

I watched the video on CNN Sunday afternoon and gasped, as if I were in the Big Top and armed with pink cotton candy in one hand and a battery-operated blinking multi-colored illuminating wand in my other hand. As a child, I lived in Venice, Florida -- the original winter home of the Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus. This circus would launch its shows (Red Unit and Blue Unit) in Venice -- a gulf coast town famous for its shark's teeth finds on the sandy white beach and its retirees galore. I even remember trekking over to that circus arena for my friend's Venice High School graduation... no air conditioning, but what a historical landmark!

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On December 4, 2013, I heard Kenneth Feld speak at the Rotary Club of Sarasota. Son of founder Irwin Feld, Kenneth Feld heads ups Feld Entertainment, which has relocated its Vienna, Virginia digs in 2013 to its new humongous 580,000 square-foot headquarters (former industrial plant for Siemens) in Palmetto, Florida in Manatee County. Feld Entertainment is the parent company of Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus as well as Disney on Ice, Monster Energy SuperCross and Ringling Bros. Center for Elephant Conservation.

At that December luncheon, Kenneth Feld and a few of his executives expressed their interest in getting involved in the sun coast. Sure enough, Melinda Hartline (a Feld director in event marketing and sales) offered to support Rotary Club of Sarasota in its annual pilgrimage to Circus Sarasota -- a one-ring intimate circus known for international acrobats and hometown funambulist Nik Wallenda. So on Friday, February 7, 2014 -- Opening Night of Circus Sarasota's winter season -- 85 Rotarians and guests, including 10 from Feld Entertainment, cheered on trapeze artists, human-balancing gymnasts and comedic clowns.

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Circus folks have lived and still live throughout Sarasota County (directly south of Manatee County) -- from animal trainer Gunther Gebel-Williams' family to aerialist Dolly Jacobs whose late father is the famous clown Lou Jacobs.

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As a structural engineer, I can only surmise that the suspended, rotating chandelier-like apparatus failed due to a combination of a live load perhaps over capacity, excessive vibrations and connections that went terribly wrong. As a past performer/dancer (trained to leap and twirl a 20' long silk ribbon), I hope and pray that these injured professionals recover rapidly. My Asian long, black hair hurts when my ponytail is too tight, so I applaud how these "hairialists" can synchronize their athleticism and beauty. These aerial acrobats go through years of training and auditions before their big break such as touring with the Ringling Bros. Circus. Although bumps and bruises can happen at rehearsals, broken limbs and deaths should never unfold...

So next time you take your kids, grandchildren or even your parents to the circus, please keep in mind that the artistry can be spectacular, the acts can be death-defying, and the show must go on... The performers thrive on your cheers and yes, standing ovations. These beloved Ringling Bros. aerialists risk their lives everyday, entertain us for generations, raise young children for the "family business," and most of all, delight us with phenomenal memories of The Greatest Show on Earth!

Guess Who Showed Up at Mark Ryden's Latest Art Show?

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(Artist Mark Ryden in front of his truly movable art feast, "Memory Lane." Image courtesy of Kohn Gallery/Getty Images/Stefanie Keenan)


It may have been 90 degrees last night but that didn't stop Leo from weighing in on Mark Ryden's latest foray into the past "The Gay 90's West."

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(Leonardo DiCaprio with artist Mark Ryden (left), Kohn gallery manager Samantha Glaser, and Tyler the Creator. Image courtesy of Kohn Gallery/Getty Images/Stefanie Keenan)


There's not one person I know who hasn't said at one time or another, "I wish I lived in another time." Mark Ryden decided long ago not to just yearn for it, but live it, in his own artistic way.

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(Mark Ryden and fellow artist/wife Marion Peck celebrate his new show in full 1890's regalia. Image courtesy of Kohn Gallery/Getty Images/Stefanie Keenan)


Coming to support him were a myriad of patrons, collectors and friends, ranging from the aforementioned Mr. DiCaprio, to Jason "Orange is the New Black" Biggs, Tyler the Creator,"Weird Al" Yankovic, MOCA board members Bill and Maria Bell, Frances Bean Cobain, and fellow artists Gary Baseman, RETNA, and Camille Rose Garcia.

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(Artist Camille Rose Garcia and Frances Bean Cobain. Image courtesy of Kohn Gallery/Getty Images/Stefanie Keenan)


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(RETNA gets his groove on. Image courtesy of Kohn Gallery/Getty Images/Stefanie Keenan)


Friday night marked two important moments in the L.A. art scene. First, Mark Ryden gave us his first show in nearly four years, "The Gay 90's West." This show was the follow-up, or rather, the continuation of Ryden's seminal show "The Gay 90s: Olde Tyme Art Show" which opened back in 2010 at Paul Kasmin Gallery in NYC. Secondly, Ryden's gallerist Michael Kohn debuted his long awaited, 12,000 square foot new space on Highland for the event. Walls were painted a deep antique rose, and provided the perfect hue for Ryden's collection of works, including perhaps his most ambitious - and largest - work to date: "The Parlor (Allegory of Magic, Quintessence and Divine Mystery)" which weighs in at a whopping "96 x 120."

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(Mark Ryden's "The Parlor (Allegory of Magic, Quintessence and Divine Mystery)" Image courtesy of Susan Michals)



Influenced by Ingres and Robert Crumb, Ryden has become the poster child of the lowbrow art movement, and was dubbed the godfather of pop surrealism by Interview Magazine. But Ryden is also the king of camp, and gives us a beautifully comforting yet sometimes freakishly unnerving point of view into the opulent world of kitsch.

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(Patrons take in another Rydenian masterpiece. Image courtesy of Susan Michals)


The "Gay 90s" is a term that was invented in the 1920s and refers to the utopian image of American life in the simpler times at the end of the 19th century. For the burgeoning population of the big cities in the United States during the Roaring Twenties, the "Gay 90s" was a symbol of a less chaotic life, of an insulated and prosperous country untouched by world wars, when the population of rural America was still greater than the urban one. But 100 years later, around 1990, not only did the term "Gay 90s" no longer conjure an escape to the 19th century, but rather, its image as an idyllic respite was no longer the paradigm of the Golden Life. Ryden's work is a painterly confabulation of the era - where cliché is not only okay, it is embraced and reconfigured in the sometimes disturbing Rydenian landscape.

At times Ryden's art is unnerving; but it does what art is supposed to do - evoke emotion, good or bad. By taking us back in time and wrapping it up in a velvety blanket of colorful kitsch, he reminds not to forget our past but to embrace it - meat dress and all.


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(Mark Ryden's "Meat Dress" porcelain sculpture. Image courtesy of Kohn Gallery.)



Mark Ryden: "The Gay 90's West"
May 3 through June 28, 2014
Kohn Gallery, 1227 N. Highland Avenue, Los Angeles, CA 90038,

K-Mart Painting Working Process

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"Drawing for 1000 San Fernando Road"


Here's how I start a painting, with a grisaille in acrylic to work out the composition and distill what I'm interested in visually about what I want to paint, in this case the interior of a K-Mart with post-Valentine's Day animals on sale. This Drawing determines the size and shape of the surface I'll do the painting on, rather than starting with a shape and fitting things into it.

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"Underpainting for 1000 San Fernando Road"


This is the underpainting, done in what the Dutch 17th Century painters called a 'dead color' layer. The only colors are black, raw umber, and white- although in this case I've added some color to the fleshtones. I've found this step to be really useful in separating out the values (darks and lights) from the color. I started doing it because it looked like fun to keep the palette limited and then discovered how useful it is.

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"1000 San Fernando Road" 42' x 69" Oil on Canvas over panel

Here's the finished painting. I like to take this long, old, slow way of looking to bear on these places places we've made not to be looked at quickly or not at all.

Deconstructing the Poetry Goddess

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The notion of the poetry goddess is as far-reaching as it (she?) is elusive, coy, erudite, and sensual. So much of this construction depends on usage and context -- as is de rigueur for many things we associate with femininity. The poetry goddess can be both empowering and marginalizing to women who produce and consume poetry; but what or who exactly is the poetry goddess? Is the notion of the poetry goddess, in its simplest form, the idea of The Muse? And if so, why do we feel the need to assign gender to artistic inspiration? Plato kicked the poets out of The Republic, that spitfire Eve got us booted from Eden, and poor, mad Sappho, that erotic dilettante responsible in the Western tradition for giving us lyric poetry, met a horrid fate.

Even in these modern times, the idea that within poetry, traditional versus experimental forms are gendered (traditional attributed to male, as experimental to female) is somewhat of a tired distinction -- an old conversation we had when we burned our bras or whatnot. Still, as in with any movement for change, there are institutional hierarchies in the publishing world that marginalize female voices. Organizations such as VIDA and Girls Write Now, feminist presses like The Feminist Press, She Writes Press, Seal, and Cleis, advocate to close the publishing gap, but do these efforts end up putting women in binders? Haven't we learned that separate -- even when that separateness takes on preternatural qualities is not equal? Who or what is the poetry goddess and what place, if any, does she have in the world of contemporary American poetry? I spoke with some of today's fiercest women poets to try and figure this out.

Who is the poetry goddess?

Wendy Chin-Tanner: Athena? Or Polyhymnia, the Muse of Poetry? Or maybe this question pertains to the idea of the canonized or established female poet. But a goddess is, by definition, immortal, so she couldn't possibly be a real person.
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Rachel Eliza Griffiths: I think Edna St. Vincent Millay would agree if I said she was a poetry goddess. If I said this to Emily Dickinson she might sigh and tell me she found me disappointing. A goddess may be experienced as a fence to render a woman as distant, invisible, perfect, impenetrable, dangerous, and unknowable. For me, the notion of a goddess also plays with the ironic relationship of a woman, her scale or proportion to the world, and how she is observed or valued as Muse.
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Caroline Hagood: The most liberating and tricky part is figuring out how to be your own muse. That venerated old image of the male poet invoking the muse in some Greek setting has now been replaced by little old me in front of a computer in Brooklyn, wearing pajamas with animals on them, trying to make creative things happen for myself.

Nancy White: The poetry goddess is the collective force of our word-women forebears, calling us forward as writers, and maybe she is also that energy that transcends gender altogether when we are moving deep inside the words themselves.

Is the notion of the poetry goddess helpful to women writers, poets, in particular?

Amy Lemmon: This discussion of male critics or poets arguing that women's poetry or women writing about women's experiences not being as valid is an old discussion, a relic of the 20th century's 'poetess.' I'm thinking of Robert Lowell in his introduction to Plath's posthumously published Ariel where he writes of her, "Hardly a woman at all, certainly not another 'poetess.'"

Wendy Chin-Tanner: I would agree that the notion of the poetry goddess isn't of much use to me in any of those capacities. Poetry is one of our oldest forms of expression. It's primal and contains elements of the pre-verbal. Poetry attempts to say the unsayable and at its best, poetry wrestles with the contradictions of the human condition with one foot in the gutter and one hand reaching for Parnassus. It is deeply human, embodied, living, and breathing. So why limit the definition of a poet, and a female poet specifically, to something that sounds like a statue on a pedestal?

Lisa Marie Basile: The idea that female poets are writing explicitly feminine poetry is ridiculous. I'm not afraid to write about menstrual blood, but I can, however, write about whatever I want. The poetry goddess is just a lazy construction about women writers.

Miranda Field: Can a notion do much in the way of reparations, for those stuck in the other corner by this culture and this language? I'm not convinced by the power of notions anymore. Notions seem like cake decorations compared with actions.
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Do you identify as a woman poet, or a poet? Is there a difference in the two identities both within the publishing world and your readership?

Caroline Hagood: I've been thinking about this question a lot as I write my dissertation on American women poets. I guess I think of myself as a woman poet in the sense that there are particular subjects I write on that might sound familiar to some women or that may even help them through their day, but not in the sense that I need to be cordoned off from male writers for fear of inferiority or contamination. I hope you can hear humor in that last statement.

Nancy White: I identify as both 'poet' and 'woman poet.' Like so many terms, it really depends on your tone when you say 'woman poet.' I know some who can make the label 'woman poet' sound dismissive, but the range of what women can experience is just so much more extensive than what men experience today. Men's lives in America now, typically, are the ones that are limited and held back by their biology and the confining gender roles, which is a switch, I think, compared to a hundred years ago. Okay, men may still make more money, and that's insane, but their relationships to their bodies and their senses just aren't as complex. Their ability to approach language from so many angles simultaneously is so much less likely to develop early and fully, and their ability to think outside the box can leave them living such narrow lives. So it seems obvious to me that poetry's god is a goddess.

Wendy Chin-Tanner: The poet's individual world is a prism through which we see the universal. In my case, that prism happens to be female and Chinese American. I also identify as a mother, a wife, a daughter, an academic, an editor, a community member, etc., etc. We all have multiple identities, but we have a tendency to reduce people's identities, especially non-mainstream identities, to just a couple of easy labels. We should be very careful of these labels. We should understand that they are not innate or objective, but they in fact function as part of a cultural landscape that's been shaped by money and history and hierarchies of power. The way this plays out in the publishing world is that it can influence which cultural narratives sell, what writers write, and even who gets to write.

Do you feel like you're a confessional poet? Is there any other kind?

Caroline Hagood: The impetus behind my work is to show people they're not alone. Whatever it is, I (or one of my personas) have done it, too, and probably in a more embarrassing manner.

Amy Lemmon: I certainly feel that the persona or 'I' in my poems is not exactly me, the person, though there is a very close correspondence. The term 'confessional poetry' strikes a sour note with many poets -- and in fact M. L. Rosenthal, who coined the phrase to refer to Robert Lowell and Sylvia Plath, among others, was not using it as a compliment.

Nancy White: Yes, to some degree, though I love a great persona poem as well, and probably value image and metaphor over my own story. You do need to let go of the particulars of your story or personal experience in order to "hear" the poem you are creating and help it happen. The tension between the drive to confess (Me! Me! Me!) and the drive to find out something new is where the poem really starts to happen.

Leah Umansky: My favorite women writers are confessional poets. Of course, there are other kinds. I know tons of poets who do not write about themselves in any shape or form. My first book, Domestic Uncertainties, is a memoir of my marriage and divorce told through poetry. In my Mad Men and Game of Thrones poems, I'm writing about gender and power through the lens of pop culture. Khaleesi and Peggy or Ned Stark and Don Draper take over. But I'm still in there. The poet's always there.

Miranda Field: I really don't like (or maybe understand) the term 'confessional poet,' but I know a name's just a name. I don't consider myself confessional because I think for something you say to be a confession you must feel guilty about it. I think the term 'confessional poet,' though it's definitely used in interesting ways, more properly belongs in another era. But that said, I have to confess I don't like the idea of 'kinds' of poet either.

Rachel Eliza Griffiths: On the page I share so much but I don't feel it comes across as "confessional" in the tradition that Sexton, Plath, or Ginsberg. I'm not interested in dragging other peoples' lives or private relationships into my poems in ways that could be misinterpreted, exploitative, and might be considered harmful or reckless. That doesn't mean I'm not risking my life when I work at a poem. I'm always risking everything.

In a world where we take on personas all the time, how are you separate from your writing?

Miranda Field: 'I' is a near relation, but not she who brushes her teeth with my toothbrush. She's fiercer, more of an ecstatic; at the same time she's stiffer, more dissociated; she's a bit of an underworld dweller; she hits dogs with sticks - I don't do that. She's artificial, made of language and rhythms; and she's more outspoken but more naive than I am, because - I think - she's quite a bit younger. She mixes up fact and subjective truth. She's a false self, an aesthetic veneer, but she's also, at least partly, my own spirit, so she's naked and honest to the point of pain, but she also plays at all times with irony, since she grew up in England, with me. And sometimes wears masks without a thought. I, the writer of 'I', am more guarded, and more conscientious maybe, and I know where a dream ends and daytime begins.

Wendy Chin-Tanner: It's important for my mental health and for my ability to remain productive to maintain a certain level of separation or differentiation from my writing. One of the ways I do that is to view myself as more of a craftsperson than an artist. When I'm making a poem, I do my best to make it as good as I can while it's in my hands, but once I've sent it out into the world, I try to let go of how it might be perceived.

Nancy White: There's a practical answer to that, I suppose: I have to stay organized, pay bills, shop, plan, eat, socialize, work. Very uncreative. But there's another answer, which is really what poets think about: once I start creating, the poem moves outside me, and I can't let my limitations hold it back. I may have to chuck my personal narrative for the good of the poem. I may have to junk the poem because I can't figure out how to enlarge it past my first impetus. I may have to wait and wait to get to the mystery of what in the world is happening in this poem. And all of that requires both pouring yourself into it, and holding yourself back. A paradox that maybe only artists understand?

Amy Lemmon: You have an experience, you deal with it. Going back to Dickinson, 'After great pain a formal feeling comes.' You're living and writing through it. If you're writing about your life, you have to go with the changing course, things happen and that shapes the plot.

Does the notion of the poetry goddess influence how you think readers perceive you or for whom you are writing?

Lisa Marie Basile: When I did a photo shoot to accompany a feature on emerging women poets in the New York Daily News there were also a lot of people deconstructing the photographs in a such a way that they blamed the poets for presenting themselves as 'sexy' or for acquiescing to the male gaze. When people give attention to female poets for being beautiful, they are limiting the work.
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Rachel Eliza Griffiths: Some readers want 'real' poems and are simultaneously attracted to and repulsed by confessions, secrets. Ultimately, the poet is the source from which the poem sprouts. I think it's about voice and what gets on your nerves (as a reader).

Caroline Hagood: I like secrets. I'm interested in the bizarre, hilarious, offbeat, the simultaneously funny and sad. I like to write about the things you think and then think you should never tell anyone. That's the juicy stuff. That's what I want to read -- those strange statements that somehow remind you of your deepest self. We do enough presenting of the selves we want the world to see. I like to present the world with selves nobody admits they want to see, but that they want to see most of all. Basically, my ideal reader is a rubbernecker.

Nancy White: I'm having a bit of fun exaggerating here, but probably we owe it to men's growing awareness to kindly refer to them as 'men poets' in a sad, patient voice for, oh, a couple of hundred years. Then maybe the Goddess will share her light with a co-God.

Amy Lemmon: I like to think that I'm writing for my best readers. I'm writing to feel less alone in it and to dispel this moment of solitude.

Willkommen to the Power of Theatre: Life Lessons in Broadway's Cabaret

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Recently, I remembered how I began the essay in some of my college applications, including the one that presumably helped secure my admission into the University of Virginia, where I studied history along with a healthy dose of dramatic literature. I had just seen the Tony Award-winning revival of John Kander and Fred Ebb's Cabaret, which charts the rise of Nazism in pre-World War II Germany while exploring the themes of love, self-preservation, self-sabotage and regret. In her final moments on stage, the performer Sally Bowles tells her lover, as he prepares to leave both her and Germany, "Dedicate your book to me." She sits broken, staring off into the distance, accepting her self-selected fate but making one final plea -- to the world, really -- to be remembered, not to fade into oblivion. In that core-shaking moment, I was struck by a sense of profound self-identification, as a young man on the precipice of adulthood, stymied by fear and insecurity. And upon reflection, I came to appreciate, for the first time, the theatre's ability to transcend the confines of pure entertainment.

As everyone seeks out the answer to what the 'it' show of this Tony Awards season is, there are three reasons why audiences should be directed to Studio 54 to see Roundabout Theatre Company's remounting of that same profoundly affecting revival -- and none of them have to do with the brilliance of director Sam Mendes and co-director and choreographer Rob Marshall; Alan Cumming's definitive Emcee; or Michelle Williams's devastating performance as Sally, which is so period-specific and beautifully rooted in the text that its detractors make me want to scream. The reasons are, instead, theatre's ability to serve as the following:

Social commentary. Through Sally, Cabaret sheds light on the Western fascination with fame as self-worth, attention as validation -- a notion that resonates perhaps even more deeply today than when the musical premiered in 1966 or in 1998, when the revival under discussion opened on Broadway. After all, we are currently living in an age defined by pervasive reality television, digital technologies and social media that seem to promise us all our own respective "15 minutes" in a spotlight. Sally is a broken soul, but, in her mind, adoration from something, someone -- anything, anyone -- will make her whole again, until life circumstances force her to face reality.

A window into history, contextualizing emotionally a certain time and place. Different periods and peoples can be understood and appreciated only if they are emotionalized, highlighting the constants of the human condition. By seeing its impact on raw personal portraits with which I empathized in Cabaret, the atrocities of Nazism and the dawn of the Holocaust resonated with me in a way that the cold, detached, facts-based textbook treatment of the subject does not allow.

A stark reminder that we see what we choose to see. Cabaret is fascinatingly structured, mirroring the societal infiltration of Nazism in the 1930s. It is insidious in its nature. As an audience, we are swept up in the decadence, debauchery, passion and lust that is presented. There are warnings scattered throughout of the malice that is about to descend upon us, but, in true Sally form, we ignore until we are trapped, witnessing the implications of a willful ignorance that we made a conscious decision to espouse. Upon visiting the rebirth of this revival a few weeks ago, I had a confidence in knowing that, as global citizens, we are too well-informed today to allow human rights atrocities of such a grand scale to occur. Then, one word gravitated to the forefront of my mind: Syria.

This Is Pop: Take It or Leave It

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If you know nothing about the band Latimer House from Prague and their debut, All The Rage, a look at the cover art might have you expecting a Dali-esque sound paradox, a collage of varied distorted sounds creating a new whole. However, the effort appears far from the sketch, which opens with a drum/guitar driven arrangement that has its soul in pop-rock incorporating catchy hooks, repeat choruses and melodies.

First impressions are sometimes wrong, but in this case All The Rage continues to deliver the same one-dimensional sound throughout, with some variations on a few tracks. Although Latimer House doesn't quite live up to offering a novel sound, it can be appreciated for its minimalistic qualities. Perhaps they were just aiming to live in the world of pop instead of changing it.

Furthermore, there is no rage in "This Is Pop" except that the lyrics are trying to make some comment on capitalism, war and processed meat. It opens with a sweet vibe that continues through for a little over four minutes, and you might love it or hate it. The next track, "Burn" offers a bit more diversity as far as musical composition with the addition of cello and violin, but sounds and feels as though it's being restrained. By what? Who knows? The lyrics in "Burn" are preoccupied with revelation number nine "each year the party's over / each year we light the flame," Joe Cook -- the lead singer -- conveys somewhat flatly. The benign quality of this album continues on with "Eye Can See" when the lyrics pick up another theme -- perspective, but no radical message here either.

At this juncture if you go back to the cover art, the imagery might offer a few clues about what this effort is up to. Clearly, the illustration is an abstract geometric puzzle, but what do the pieces reveal? The box-like structure is obviously the Latimer house. And according to Gothic literature, all houses are captives to their own metaphysical dream world as well as history. Contained inside the house are the metaphors in All The Rage: disorder, destruction, disillusionment. But the most important overarching theme is the number nine -- industrial nations you're about to burn in hell. Of course, smack in the middle of the house is a ticking clock which makes the connection to the fourth track: Don't waste time "Open Your Heart" and follow it, Cook sings while the drum beats and the trumpet blasts.

To get back to the simple soundscape, there's something missing in All The Rage. Maybe it's the rage? Half-way through the album, the sound departs from its cushiness with a lustful bluesy track "Red Heart Sequin Blues" followed by a love song "Your Love" and it's here where you'll get to hear some piano and some more trumpet. But soon, the album returns to the humdrum conventional sounds that initiated the effort.

Latimer House is too undemanding both lyrically and musically to be placed amongst a dream world beyond the logical. Their sound is just standard. But who knows -- they might have an audience that prefers to stay within the realm of the real where there are 46 million on food stamps / in the land of make-it-big / And young men get blown sky high / in distant lands / This is pop.



You can listen to Latimer House's album All The Rage on BandCamp.

The Wait Is Not Over

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Every one of us has had the following experience:

All of our lines are busy. Please hold for the next available agent. All calls will be answered in the order received.

It is certainly possible that the operators are speaking with other customers, and perhaps there really are thousands of people sitting around waiting to speak with someone. There is nothing that we can do about that.

Of course, each company has a different method of dealing with this period of time. Some tell you how long it will be before a live person will speak with you. Others just let the line go silent. Various advertisements for other products by the corporation can also be heard.

But there is one item that we, the public, can insist on: quality control over the music that is played while holding.

Over at my telephone/internet/cable company, they play one lite jazz segment over and over. I know this because there was a problem with iTunes downloading, so I called my service provider. For more than an hour I listened to this ditty, all 30 seconds of it, before it repeated and repeated. It was minimalist hell. If I put the phone on mute, I would not know if an operator really was standing by.

Does each of these firms have a music department? Is there someone in charge who asks, "What can we do to annoy our customers even further?" The others at the corporate table chime in with suggestions, each designed to make the caller frustrated at every turn.

Then the music supervisor says, "I know. Let's find the most innocuous and least offensive recording possible. It needs to be just a bit catchy at first, with a little backbeat, but after that, it will cause our clients to be obsessed with the waiting period. In other words, we dare them to stick it out."

"But what if we lose subscribers?"

"Then they will learn how much worse our competitors are."

The decision on what style of music to play must rest with someone. Perhaps that person should be forced to sit in a chair and listen to this piece for an hour or so, just as I had done. In that time, even if they are not trained musicians, they will have enough time to take the notes down and transcribe the whole thing for symphonic band.

What can we do?

Our first hurdle is getting to a live person to explain our frustration. So I suggest that when you actually speak with someone, get a better phone number that will connect you directly, rather than having to wade through the menu. Distribute this to your friends and contacts. After that, it is only a matter of time before one of us figures out who is in charge of the holding pattern.

Here are the pieces of music that I think should be playing for this time period. If the wait will be five minutes, we should be able to listen to Dave Brubeck's "Take Five." Ten minutes can be assigned to Bob Dylan's "Desolation Row." Anything longer must be Terry Riley's "In C" -- simply because either could go on indefinitely.

Maybe there could be a personalized menu that would allow callers to decide what kind of music they would prefer.

All operators are busy. What would you like to hear? Press 1 for Classical, 2 for Jazz, 3 for Rock, 4 for Country, 5 for Heavy Metal, 6 for Gospel, 7 for Sinatra, or 8 for New Age. Press 0 if you prefer "The Sounds of Silence."

One final thought: Are there royalty distributions for usage of copyrighted material via telephone? If there are, I suggest that you propose to your provider that my recording of Copland's "Hoedown" is the perfect way to spend all that time. If enough of you do that, it is very possible that I may never have to use a phone again, since there will be no service on my remote island in the South Pacific.

Zoya: World Music Meets Indie Folk Singer-Songwriter

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Recently, I met the wonderful and talented Zoya, a singer-songwriter in her senior year at Berklee College of Music. After hearing the North Indian sounds in her music, along with her entrancing vocal style and lyrics, I knew I had to spread her music and story to other music lovers.

Influenced by the likes of Camille, Susheela Raman, Fiona Apple, Ani DiFranco, and Sara Tavares, Zoya has carved a niche for herself in the indie folk and world music realm. Zoya found her sound by fusing these influences in her latest EP, Letters to Toska, which was recorded and produced in her room. She decided to forgo using a professional recording studio to capture the raw and authentic sound she had always imagined.

Born in India and raised in California, Zoya started her artistic and musical journey through Indian dance, in addition to hip-hop, ballet, and belly dancing. After dancing, she began painting, which sparked an interest in the visual arts. Eventually, though, she found her true passion in music. When she was around 12, she would spend her free time near a little river away from her neighborhood, where she would write lyrics and melodies.

As an avid traveller, Zoya has a curiosity in the international music scene. After studying Music Business at Berklee, Zoya plans to go to London, where she hopes to shift from managing artists to international tour management and booking, all while fostering her eclectic sound and passion for music.

Before moving overseas, Zoya will be performing at Georges Island through Berklee's Summer in the City Series. Also, she will be releasing a new record, The Girl Who Used to Live in My Room. Her upcoming record will be filled with world percussion, and will be more minimal in electronic beats. By adding the sounds of the trumpet and vibes, Zoya will show the second chapter in her musical exploration.

Since maintaining the raw and natural sound of her music is of utmost importance to her, Zoya recorded her latest single, "Hold On," live on film in March. With Paul Sefchovich on djembe and Joon Laukamp on mandolin, watch Zoya display her captivating vocal melodies along with her genuine sound below.



Video Credit: Drew Gilbert of FRSHBKD

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Daniel Sprick's Fantastic Fictions

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The paintings of Daniel Sprick are nurturing, they are fulfilling. They provide us with something that we are not getting enough of. He provides us with a longing gaze at ourselves.

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Daniel Sprick is a man who believes that more is to be gained from being earnest than from being ironic. His paintings clearly reflect his natural gift for seeing, and his extraordinary mastery of the material, to convey to us a deep connection. A human connection. It is as if he doesn't just paint a portrait, when he is at his best, he paints us all, the oneness of humanity into each face. Everything is there in the shadows. As Caravaggio's figures come out of the shadow, Sprick's faces possess the shadow. The subtleties to be found there are sensational.

To be honest, Since I first saw his self-portrait in the Denver Art Museum's permanent collection, I have found myself looking for a flaw in Sprick's work. It is almost too perfect. Is that possible? As I looked over the half a dozen or so paintings at his recent exhibition at Evoke Gallery in Santa Fe, I found myself saying to Director Katherine Eriksson, "What about content? Do we really need another reclining nude?" Then, as if to answer my own question, I referred to the wonderful, dark, reclining nude by Sprick, which I saw in a gallery brochure. Yes we do need another reclining nude, if it is painted as well as Daniel Sprick can paint it!

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Daniel Sprick is preparing for a solo show of nearly 50 paintings at the Denver Art Museum, which opens at the end of June and runs until November 2014. Having built his career on still life painting, he has in recent years dedicated his gift toward portraiture and now, toward even more ambitious figurative compositions, and this transition is fascinating to witness. He recently participated in the Portrait Society of America's annual conference in Washington D.C. and is currently featured on the cover of American Art Collector.

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Animal Carcass by Daniel Sprick



The idea is to paint something better than anyone else. Just as with a runner who tries to run the fastest mile, just because it has been run so fast already, does not mean that they we shouldn't try to run it even faster. Just because a reclining nude has been painted before does not mean that we should not paint another one, in the hopes of doing it better.

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Woman with Dreads by Daniel Sprick



I once heard that Odd Nerdrum said to Jan-Ove Tuv when he asked if he should repeat a pose of Leonardo's design, "Of course you can paint a hand like DaVinci's hand, you just have to paint it better, that's all."

Or, as Alan Lawson, painter, philosopher and founder of the Alpine Fellowship said in a recent panel discussion, "It is not so much about content as it is about a way of life." It is about making a masterpiece.

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Daniel Sprick and I at Sprick's studio in Denver, April, 2014


Daniel Sprick and I met one snowy Sunday afternoon at his studio in Denver. We spent the entire afternoon absorbed in a most interesting conversation, all on subject, all on the topic of Art as he calls it. His ideas as I see them are of the Kitsch sensibility, in the best sense of that word. When I asked him about it, and about Odd Nerdrum's re-appropriation of the word, he said he could not subscribe to it, "I don't understand why anyone would want to label them selves with a demeaning term," he said.

When I gave examples of how the LGBT community re-appropriated the word queer, or how the black community re-appropriated the N word, or how biatch was turned from a slur into a dangerously delusionat clothing line, he seemed sympathetic.

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"I understand what you mean," he said, "I stopped calling myself an artist for years because I thought it was misleading, but have sort of gone back to it as a matter of convenience." Even if we don't understand the original invention of the word, we understand what is meant by it. Or do we?

A number of things that Daniel Sprick said during our conversation reminded me of conversations that I had recently participated in at the Representational Art Conference in Venture (TRAC2014) and one of those things was that an artist must respect the intelligence of the viewer. Sprick expressed that emotion has staying power and when that is applied to a shared purpose, with a cultivated talent, then, we have the possibility of hope, of something beautiful.

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Young Man with Dreads by Daniel Sprick


The magnificent reclining nude that I had seen in the brochure was hanging in Sprick's studio where we sat and talked. It is a rather large painting. It was of course more beautiful in real life than in the reproduction, something important to remember when viewing reproductions as opposed to actual paintings, not at all the same thing. Great paintings are worth traveling for. I told him that I had tried to find flaw with his work but that this particular painting reminded me that it is not about content as much as it is about craftsmanship and the ability to make that deep human connection with the viewer. He agreed. In spite of all the wars and terrorism, society is far less violent than before. Painting can be a guide to a more humanistic understanding and guidepost to a better social arrangement. Powerful stuff.

The quote by Winston Churchill is well known, when he was approached about cutting the funding for the arts in support of the war and he said, "Then what are we fighting for?"

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Tho by Daniel Sprick



Daniel told me about his trip to Bejing with ACOPAL, an international art exchange between the USA and China. We talked about Peter Trippi and what he said in his TRAC presentation, "We are experiencing a golden age in painting that we have not experienced since the 1930's. We talked about a cultural awakening.

As I expected, I discovered that Daniel Sprick believes that art is useless unless beauty means something to you. He is a man who creates from the heart. There is nothing ironic about his work. It is simply beautiful. All you really need is light to make an object beautiful, if you can indeed make an object, a human face, look so sensual and soft with oils and pigments and stamina that you convey beauty and happiness. There is the joy.

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It is extremely unusual for a living representational figurative painter to have a solo show at a major museum. His is a success story. Daniel Sprick's Fictions: Recent Works opens at the Denver Art Museum on June 29th and can be seen until November 2nd. Make the effort to see how sincerity and skill are coming to define a change in our cultural values.

A catalogue from the exhibition is available on pre order from Amazon, click here.

All paintings by Daniel Sprick, courtesy of Daniel Sprick and Evoke Gallery.

First Nighter: Noel Coward's Song at Twilight in Top-Drawer Revival

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When you look over the plays Noel Coward trumpeted during his fabulous career, few give the impression of being in any direct way autobiographical.

Though his first smash was The Vortex in 1924, about a drug-addicted young man and his mother, the troubled lad couldn't have been based on the playwright's intensely industrious self. Thumbing through comedies like Hay Fever, Private Lives, Design for Living and Blithe Spirit, a Coward fan finds it difficult to pinpoint any reference to the author's history.

Yes, in the case of Private Lives, his relationship with Gertrude Lawrence, for whom he wrote the high-toned, flat-out comic escapade over a productive weekend, was surely a factor in its impudent impetus. And Design for Living, which he conjured for the married Lynn Fontanne and Alfred Lunt and himself, is his spin o the theatrical threesome's relationship--by way of the teasing, conventions-nose-thumbing Gilda, Otto and Leo.

Present Laughter, in which a famous actor is besieged by friends and strangers alike, was probably triggered by Coward's balking at the underside of his celebrity. It undoubtedly is his lashing-out humorously at the ceaseless unsolicited attentions he received.

And then there's his 1965 play, A Song at Twilight, now at the Westport Country Playhouse after a Hartford Stage run. However you look at it, this is his most serious work since the sensational Vortex -- and, really, just plainly his most serious and likely autobiographical play.

But hold that thought for after the synopsis: Sir Hugo Latymer (Brian Murray), now married for 20 years to onetime secretary Hilde (Mia Dillon), is nervous at the impending arrival of much earlier romantic partner, Carlotta (Gordana Rashovich). The thrust of the drawing-room drama, set in a fancy Swiss hotel suite (Alexander Dodge's smart set, featuring the sculpture of a reclining nude woman) is what transpires when Carlotta informs Sir Hugo she's in possession of letters he sent to the only true love of his life -- a man from his long-ago youth.

While the characters in various two or three combinations eat caviar, drink pink Champagne and exchange searing but often laugh-out-loud zingers on a par with the best Coward ever concocted, what's really at issue is the difficulty and ultimately pointless energy expended by a person's keeping secrets that often have already been guessed by others.

In other words, A Song at Twilight (originally one of three plays offered over two evenings), could be considered Coward's wisest -- not that others aren't immersed in the wisdom of the master's innumerable and invaluable observations of human foibles. Still, the piece, which most likely could only be imagined by someone past middle age, has much profound to say about life's wasted years.

Not incidentally, the play is ostensibly Coward's oblique reminiscence of William Somerset Maugham. There's no missing the references. In an early speech about the perils of movie making and adaptations, Sir Hugo scoffs that several of his short stories were ruined in that process. (Trio, Quartet and Encore are the titles of Maugham's movie anthologies.)

To make certain the Maugham literati get the point, Sir Hugo, in talking about a memoir he's published, notes that it's a "summing up" of his colorful days. One of Maugham's books is The Summing Up. (By the way, I've seen at least one Song at Twilight production where a portrait of Sir Hugo, very much like one of the Maugham portraits Graham Sutherland painted, decorated the surroundings.)

Nevertheless, Coward's planting these clues also comes across as a deliberate attempt to insure against anyone's thinking he's writing about himself--and thereby all but establishing that as exactly what he's doing.

Granted, whether it is or isn't self-referential, Coward -- whose homosexuality was not a well-kept secret, although never publicly acknowledged at a time when it would have implicated him in a crime -- was surely having somber thoughts and perhaps even recriminations about men in his situation. He's transformed those recollections into an important play.

Its importance is beautifully maximized by director Mark Lamos, his costumer Fabio Toblini (whose eye for the expensive outfits of the day is astute) and his cast.

For decades now, Murray has been an actor on whom directors, playwrights (like Edward Albee) and audiences rely for memorable performances. His portrayal of the aging Sir Hugo, who sometimes uses a cane and sometimes forgoes it, is indisputably another outstanding turn. His vocal pyrotechnics alone are worth anyone's time. He also bears close watching when others are speaking about him in ways that demolish the defenses he's spent a lifetime constructing.

Rashovich's Carlotta is a woman who knows how deeply she's wounding her former lover but, by her looks, also staunchly believes that everything she's saying must be said. As the often verbally derided Hilde, Dillon seems to have the least of the three focal roles. Coward hands her a speech leading up to the denouement, however, that any actor would want to grasp, and she makes the absolute most of it.

As Felix, a waiter tending to the Latymers and guest, Nicholas Carriere couldn't be more suave. He definitely knows how to wrap a Champagne bottle before displaying it for a consumer's assessment.

In his approach to A Song at Twilight, Lamos takes one huge liberty. Twice, when Sir Hugo is abruptly forced to recall his homosexual past, an upstage wall (designed to look like a view of the mountains) fades to reveal two young men (Brian Kemp, Joseph Merlo) behind it. They're silently making love. Do the brief tableaux add anything? Probably not, not when Coward's play as it is is so thoroughly evocative. Coward penned many marvelous songs in his day. This is absolutely among them.

Aisle View: The Art of Conversation

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After a decidedly lackluster season, finally -- a play! Anthony Giardina's The City of Conversation is an intelligent, provocative, incisive drama about politics, people, ideals and principles, with razor-sharp dialogue and -- from Jan Maxwell -- a first-rate star performance.

Twenty-four years ago, we might have used these same words to describe John Guare's Six Degrees of Separation -- which, like The City of Conversation, originated in Lincoln Center Theater's smaller space, the Mitzi E. Newhouse. There are several parallels between the two plays, with other links to a more recent Newhouse offering, Jon Robin Baitz's Other Desert Cities. This is strong company for Giardina, whose most prominent New York production seems to have been the 1978 Living at Home. (This was produced at Playwrights Horizons by then-artistic director André Bishop, who now runs Lincoln Center Theater.) Giardina has had several plays produced regionally, including four collaborations with Doug Hughes--who does a sterling job of direction here -- but seems to have spent most of his time as a novelist and professor.

The "city of conversation" is Washington, D.C.; the phrase comes from Henry James, in his 1907 book The American Scene. There is a Jamesian air, in fact, in Giardina's proceedings. The place: a patrician townhouse in Georgetown. The time: 1979-2009. The topic: politics, of course. Hester (Maxwell) is one of those Washington hostesses whose bipartisan dinner parties contributed an air of civility to the nation's capital. Until said air was befouled by a new breed of politician, that is. It is that change of climate that Giardina examines.

The play is written in three scenes, each anchored to an historic and specific political moment. Act One starts with Jimmy Carter's "Malaise" speech, and centers upon a Senate vote to force federal judges to resign from all-white country clubs. Hester and her live-in boyfriend, a married Senator from Virginia (Kevin O'Rourke), try to convince a Kentucky Republican to sign on. Hester's newly-arrived future daughter-in-law Anna (Kristen Bush) schemes like a little fox to upend the evening, on political grounds. "I think I saw this movie," says Hester, making a joking reference to All About Eve. But it is no joke, as it turns out.

Next we are in 1987, with the words of Teddy Kennedy's "Robert Bork's America" speech launching the battle to reject Reagan's nomination of the Court of Appeals judge to the Supreme Court. (Bork was indeed rejected, and we are still feeling repercussions today.) Hester busily pulls strings to defeat Bork, despite pleas and -- ultimately -- emotional blackmail from Anna, now a Justice Department official. Hester's intelligent-but-weak son Colin (Michael Simpson) simply stands weakly in the background.

The last scene features almost-current history, Obama's Inauguration speech in 2009. Hester is now old and worn, though not defeated. Her grandson Ethan (Simpson) -- who as a 6-year-old was wrenched from her arms as retribution for the "borking"--returns, offering a bittersweet validation for Hester's principles. (His estranged mother is now head of the National Endowment for the Humanities, at least until Obama takes over.)

Towering above it all is Ms. Maxwell, whose consistently excellent performances in revivals of shows like Follies and The Royal Family have thus far brought forth four Tony nominations. Here she finally has a major role of her own to create, and she gives us a well-rounded, multi-faceted character that amuses us, intrigues us, and even pulls some tears.
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Jan Maxwell in THE CITY OF CONVERSATION. Photo credit: Stephanie Berger

Maxwell is abetted by Ms. Bush, as a dangerously ferocious young Republican; Mr. Simpson, as both the weak son and the grown grandson; Luke Niehaus, one of the most natural child actors we have enjoyed recently; and Beth Dixon, as Hester's silently supportive and long-suffering sister.

Doug Hughes -- of Doubt, Outside Mullingar and more -- perfectly serves the playwright and the players, while protean set designer John Lee Beatty gives us yet another living room we'd love to live in. The City of Conversation brings conversation audiences can savor back into current-day drama, and the pleasure is ours.

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The City of Conversation, by Anthony Giardina, opened May 5, 2014 at Lincoln Center Theater's Mitzi E. Newhouse Theater

Captain America On a Not So Stereotypical Mission

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Intolerance and its by-products have been making a lot of news lately. From Clive Bundy's musing about black people being better off in cotton plantations, to a white supremacist murderous rage at Jewish centers in Kansas City, to rapper Joe Budden posting a picture of an elderly Sikh gentleman at an airport with the caption "not on my watch, homey" implying all turbaned/bearded men are "terrorists," to Clippers owner's outing of private conversations revealing his disdain of black people.

We are far from an intolerant nation but deep seated stereotypes are pervasive in our lives. I have the dubious honor of being a continuous target of hate from young and old, men and women, white, black and Hispanic. As a turbaned and bearded American people from all walks of life feel compelled to exercise their ignorance, insecurity, bigotry in my presence.

Over two years ago I decided to reach out into the world of comic superheroes for a helping hand. I was preparing to showcase my cartoon work at the New York City comic con. The first Captain America movie provided the perfect candidate in my mind for this endeavor. A turbaned and bearded Captain on a poster with the slogan, "Just relax! Its called a turban. Inside is my long unshorn waist length hair. Now lets kick some intolerant ass," served as a banner for over three days. It was enough to break the ice and get people to engage with me and my art.

The defining moment came when I spotted a blonde-haired boy around ten-years-old with his mother staring at me from a distance. I made contact with a smile. They came over to my booth with the mother telling me out of all the art available at the comic con, he only wanted the Captain America poster. She asked if it was on sale. I informed them, unfortunately, it was a banner not on sale. But I decided to sell the autographed copy to this young boy. That a young, white kid could connect with this manifestation of Captain America was all the affirmation I needed for my efforts.

One thing led to another. At the urging of a photographer I was walking the streets of N.Y.C. last summer dressed as Captain America for a photo-shoot challenging our perceptions and what it means to be identified as an America. The terrifying months of mental preparation leading up to the walk gave way to an exhilarating outing. A fictional superhero aided me in making an unexpected real life connection with thousands of countless strangers.

Thus started my reluctant cos-playing journey as a skinny, bespectacled, bearded, turbaned Captain America.

Few months later, I was out on the streets of N.Y.C. again as Captain America for a late night comedy segment. Then a trip to a film festival in Southern California. Early this year, I was hosted by the Japanese American National Museum as part of their Marvels & Monsters: Unmasking Asian Images in U.S. Comics, 1942-1986 exhibit.

My latest trip came just two weeks into the release of the latest Captain America movie. I would be visiting the heartland on the invitation of the students union at the University of Kansas in Lawrence.

My biggest concern for this trip was replacing my worn down body hugging costume after multiple trips on the streets of New York and Los Angeles. My search got frantic as the travel date got near. Captain America: The Winter Soldier came to the rescue. The modern looking jumper suit from the movie was available as a costume. But only in large and extra large sizes.

What ensued was a shopping spree online and through streets of N.Y.C., followed by major alteration efforts.

Altered suit along with all the accessories were available for pick up only hours before departure. No time for tryouts.

Little over 20 hours later, I was all suited, booted and turbaned up on the streets of KU campus.

As I strode along the campus streets, it was no N.Y.C. like hysteria. Smartphones did not come up with people snapping pictures without even asking for permission.

Heads turned, stares from bodies near and far. For many of these young Kansans I was their first in-person sighting of a turbaned and bearded person. Add to that the Captain America costume. Their mental digestive tracks had a sudden blast of a ethnic effervescence never tasted before. It was a little too much to consume in one sitting.

Eventually, we nudged students to feel free to take pictures with me. Strike even a super-heroic pose. I walked into a library, food court, administration building, bookstore and took bus rides. After a few hours we got plenty of students, staffers opening up to my presence, posing for stills, selfies and posting their comic encounters on social media.

The new jumper suit aided by the hip hop inspired Supra shoes were a hit. I felt the warm, hesitant embrace of the KU community accepting my quirky patriotic fervor as bonafide American expression.

I concluded the day with a multimedia presentation of my cartooning work and an informal survey at the student union. What are the first words that came to mind when you see me and where do you think I am from?

One group responded with; odd, scary, Saudi Arabia, middle-eastern, Kuwait, Captain Arabic, fortune teller. Another placed me in India. The last identified me as American.

A sizable majority of Americans fall in the first category. Which is why I have many more stops on this journey across the nation breaking down stereotypes, not only of turbans, but of red, blue, right and left America.

Oh, and I did learn Kansas has more statues of liberty than New York, it was the first state to ratify the fifteenth amendment giving blacks the right to vote, first to advocate a 40-hour work week, piggy bank originated in Kansas as a philanthropic enterprise, and the Westboro Baptist church was planning to picket a LGBT drag show on the KU campus just a day after my visit.


8 Contemporary Novels with a Social Conscience

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Years ago, when I was researching my first novel, A Walk Across the Sun, about human trafficking, I stumbled upon a fascinating quote by Moises Naim, the acclaimed journalist: "Paradoxically, it may be popular fiction in books and film that stands the highest chance of conveying to the public the complex realities of illicit trade."

To a reporter like Mr. Naim, the idea that fiction might convey truth more effectively than fact is a paradox. To a novelist it comes as no surprise. While a case can be made that fact is more powerful than fantasy as a conveyor of truth, fiction based on fact may be the most powerful medium of all. For story more than any other form of speech binds the mind to the heart and compels social action.

History offers much support for this claim. Uncle Tom's Cabin was one of the matches that set alight the powder keg of slavery and precipitated the Civil War. Les Miserables, one of the most beloved novels of all time, exposed the fallacy of bourgeois attitudes toward the poor. To Kill A Mockingbird shaped the minds of a generation about race and class in the American South. The Lorax has instilled a passion for conservation in the hearts of millions of children (and parents) around the world.

As an author writing social conscious fiction, I stand on the shoulders of these giants. I wrote A Walk Across the Sun to make the reality of modern-day slavery personal for people who might not otherwise think about it. I wrote my new novel, The Garden of Burning Sand, to put narrative flesh on the global problem of violence against women and girls, which Nicholas Kristof, another journalist deeply invested in storytelling, has called "the paramount moral challenge" of the 21st century.

I am not alone in this pursuit. Many contemporary novels examine issues of conscience through the lens of fiction. Here is a short list of my favorites.



The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver
In sterling prose, Kingsolver illuminates the arrogance--and the danger--of importing Western ideas to Africa without respect for the context and local culture.



A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
With evocative characters and a matchless sense of place, Hosseini brings the challenge of women's rights in Afghanistan alive in an unforgettable way.



Little Bee by Chris Cleave
Though the eyes of a young Nigerian girl, Cleave gives human dimension to the stories of refugees from around the world who escape to the West but struggle to assimilate.



The Constant Gardner by John Le Carre
In a story both memorable and heartfelt, Le Carre exposes the underbelly of unbridled capitalism and the duplicity and perils of drug testing in the developing world.



Exile by Richard North Patterson
In a story as ambitious as it is empathetic, Patterson brings to life one of the most nettlesome geopolitical problems in modern times: the Israeli/Palestinian conflict.



Acts of Faith by Philip Caputo
With the confidence of an insider, Caputo leads readers on a journey through the Sudanese civil war, elucidating the horrors of the conflict and the hubris of Western intervention.



The Chamber by John Grisham
As a former lawyer with an abiding concern for justice, Grisham incarnates the moral dilemma of capital punishment in a story that asks questions that demand answers.



The Girl Who Played with Fire by Stieg Larsson
In addition to being a pulse-pounding thriller, the second novel in Larsson's Millennium Trilogy touches on the terrifying realities of sex slavery in Sweden.

Asia Society Offers a Space to Slow Down and Reflect

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The Asia Society's current exhibit, 'Golden Visions of Densatil: A Tibetan Buddhist Monastery,' has allowed its curators to foray into unconventional areas of contemplative practices. Along with the exhibit, visitors have the opportunity to view a sand mandala and partake in a free meditation session -- experiences that leave one with a sense of beauty, reflection and mindfulness.

A day after the opening of the Densatil exhibit, the Asia Society commissioned monks to create a Tibetan sand mandala. The monks, who came together from various parts of the country, worked painstakingly over five days to create a colorful three-dimensional, geometric mandala which traditionally is believed to house the Buddha.

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Hun Lye, a Tibetan monk who has a doctorate in religious studies, explained that sand mandalas are traditionally created in religious settings. But being that they share the same lineage with the Densatil Monastery i.e., they both belong to the Drigung Kagyu School of Buddhism, the monks decided to make an exception and create this mandala in a secular setting.

Lye said that the primary reason for creating a mandala is not just to demonstrate the Buddhist quality of impermanence but also to increase qualities of compassion, loving kindness, patience, joy and wisdom in the world.

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In addition to the mandala, the Society in April began offering weekly 30-minute Mindfulness Awareness sessions. These sessions led by Patricia Bloom, M.D., an Associate Professor of Geriatrics and Director of Integrative Health at the Mount Sinai Medical Center, focused on introducing participants to meditation. Bloom, who was trained in Mindfulness Based Stress Reduction (MBSR) and yoga, said that there exists scientific evidence proving that mindfulness is beneficial in ailing a gamut of physical, psychological and social problems like reducing pain, preventing memory decline and improving life quality.

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Arianna Huffington, president of the Huffington Post and author of Thrive shares this ideology. At a recent two day conference at New York's City Center entitled, 'Thrive: A Third Metric Live Event,' Huffington explained that the relentless pursuit of money and power among today's masses has created an epidemic of burnout, sleep deprivation and stress-related illnesses. She believes that mindfulness and yoga are instrumental to regaining our mental balance and are necessary to fulfill the third metric in our lives: well being, wisdom and wonder.

Each of Bloom's sessions have focussed on a different theme, but they all begin with the ringing of Tingsha bells. Then in a soothing, soft and relaxed voice, Bloom helps participants clear their minds of all thoughts. So far her sessions have covered aspects of loving kindness and stress reduction.

She believes this practice is especially helpful for busy New Yorkers.

"Whenever I ask my audience a question as to who is stressed, it seems that everybody raises their hand. At a recent memorial the daughters of the deceased mother reported to me that their mother's mindfulness practice helped her find peace during the last stages of life."

Kudos to the Asia Society for offering these sessions.



"The City of Conversation": What's The Price Of Politics?

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What is the personal price of political change? In what coin is it paid? And when does it become too expensive? These are the questions that confront Hester Ferris in The City of Conversation, an ultimately evocative and absorbing new play by Anthony Giardina that you will talk about long after you leave Lincoln Center Theater.

With a fine cast led by Jan Maxwell and directed with mounting tension by Doug Hughes, The City of Conversation covers three decades of America's political roller-coaster, from the final year of the Carter Administration to the inauguration of President Obama.

As the lights come up, a voiceover is played of Carter warning in 1979 that a gap has opened between the American people and their government. If the next 30 years produced radical changes in the general acceptance of gay and lesbian couples, advances for women's rights, and the election of a black president, that gap of the nation's faith in its politicians in Washington has yawned into a chasm.

Hester is a throwback to a time when American policy was forged at Georgetown dinner parties, and she likes to recount how President Kennedy huddled with Isaiah Berlin at the Alsops across the street on the eve of the Cuban missile crisis. She is now backing Ted Kennedy's flirtation with challenging Carter for the Democratic presidential nomination.

In a bid for black support in his quest to unseat Carter, Kennedy is pushing a bill that would bar federal judges from belonging to all-white organizations, and Hester has invited a Kentucky senator to dinner to persuade him to support it. Hester has been in a long-term relationship with a married senator named Chandler Harris, and it will be he who makes the pitch to the Southerner to back Kennedy's bill. The first sign of trouble comes when her son Colin arrives home a day early from the London School of Economics with a fiancée in tow.

As it turns out, the fiancée is an attractive blonde from Minnesota named Anna and she is a rabid neo-Con. Before the night is over Anna will crash the sanctum of male-only after-dinner talk, light up a cigar, and convince the Kentucky senator there is nothing wrong with federal judges knocking back mint juleps and rubbing lily-white elbows with their chums in segregated country clubs.

Anna goes on to predict that the then governor of California will ride the voters' disenchantment with Washington that Carter warned about into the White House no matter who the Democrats run. By the end of the evening she has a job offer from the Kentucky senator.

As lively as this confrontation is, however, a political argument over dinner, no matter how spirited, does not make great theater. The conflict that turns Giardina's play into real drama comes in the second act. We are now deep into President Reagan's second term and he has just nominated Robert Bork to be a justice on the Supreme Court.

Anna and Colin are now married, both staunch Reagan supporters with jobs that depend on their loyalty to the administration. And they have a 6-year-old son, Ethan, who is the delight of his grandmother Hester's life. Hester and her war widowed sister, Jean, have surreptitiously been working against Bork's confirmation despite having promised Anna and Colin to stay out of the fight.

At the time of the play, the Senate hearings on the nomination are underway and it is anybody's guess how the vote will go. As a U.S. Circuit Court judge many of Bork's rulings had alarmed leaders of civil rights, gay rights, and women's rights groups, all of which oppose his confirmation. Without spoiling the drama of a play, the political feud presents Hester with a dilemma that tears at the heart.

In making such a quandary plausible, Giardina had to come up with an issue that could have had dire ramifications for the kind of country we live in. The Bork nomination was just such a concern. A final scene set on the night of President Obama's inauguration presents the arguments for both sides of the decision Hester finally makes, a balance sheet of sorts that weighs the progress American society has made against the personal loss it has cost.

As Hester, Jan Maxwell is a tigress fighting ferociously for what she believes is just and right. As Anna, Kristen Bush is cold and calculating in a take-no-prisoners position that foreshadows the Tea Party. Michael Simpson is convincing both as Colin and his grown son Ethan, and Beth Dixon delivers an excellent turn as Jean, the most sensible and likable character onstage.

Death Leaves a Heartache No One Can Heal, Love Leaves a Memory, No One Can Steal

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This quote refers to both plays infused with Irish sensibility.

A lovely revival of Sea Marks has opened at the Irish Repertory Theatre. The play was written by one time television god, Gardner Mckay, star of the sixties hit Adventures in Paradise. I feel strangely close to this play as Mr. Mckay lived in my apartment in here while working on changes for its New York debut. The play won the "Los Angeles Drama Critic's Circle Award" for Best Play in 1979.

Sea Marks tells the story of a lonely virgin fisherman (Colm Primrose) from a remote island in Ireland who falls for woman from Liverpool (Timothea Stiles) he meets at a wedding. Writing her, they develop a relationship primarily driven by his passionate prose. He speaks of life in ways foreign to urban ears and it's his poetic voice that brings them together.

Facing his fears, he goes to the big city where he finds himself entrenched in the glories of first love and overwhelmed by the onslaught of sudden celebrity. It's hard to imagine in this day and age of anyone turning down the chance to be famous...but not everyone is Colm Primrose.

Besides the celebrity issue, the innocence of the man is a wee hard to buy except that Patrick Ftizgerald does such a good job of making Colm quirky and original, that we do indeed buy it. As Timothea is written, Xanthe Elbrick has a real challenge. The character is so coolly tempered. She is ambitious and loves her urban life and also loves Colm, but it's sometimes not clear whether she is interested in being his agent more than a lover. Still, her surprising independence is refreshing and though I was confused somewhat by the accent choices, Welsh to Liverpool to London, she is a strong partner for this budding love affair.

Lighting and sound are evocative of the seascape we all dream of running to.

Beautifully directed by Ciarán O'Reilly, Sea Marks never lets the fish tale become more important than the emotions of the lovers who get caught in its net.

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At another Irish influenced theatre, the Cell, has been showcasing The Independents, an amazing production by the Origin Theatre Company. Written by first time writer, actor Tim Ruddy, the play explores the horrors and occasional humanities of the Balkan War, seen through the vistas of three separate characters linked through time and space.

Carey van Driest as the Balkan villager is every lover, daughter and mother who has had to withstand the atrocities of war at her doorstep. She effuses warmth and charm as the local native who holds on to hope until the word is erased from her mind. She is the center for this three person piece...the one you root and perhaps even pray for.

The UN soldier Hans, played by Timothy Carter shares with us his confusion at what his job requires. Is he there to actually help these people he has begun to admire? And what about his own fear and the life back in the Netherlands that he wants to protect? No character could have felt as impotent as this poor Hans, the soldier without direction.

As the lost American Dave, played by Ted Schneider, is unemployed, depressed and riveted by the possibility of watching a war on television and even betting on the outcome. The goal? Disneyland! He is real as well as a metaphor for the lack of comprehension most Americans exhibited during this horrible history. Has it changed much, however, with equally incomprehensible atrocities happening in Africa and Syria every day?

Many questions are raised in this riveting show which should be seen by everyone in the political sphere who can make decisions for our exhausted war worn world. By witnessing this play, one is also being a witness to history. The truths of the emotions of these three characters have been so beautifully written by a man who never visited Bosnia, but who as an actor has the empathy to truly understand the lives of others.

Christopher Randolph directed this production, keeping it moving elegantly along from one voice to the other; separate at first and then closer and closer as the three distinct worlds begin to collide.

The play is no longer at the Cell but keep eyes opened for productions at other venues. It should not be ignored.

Theater: Octoroon Astonishes; Forbidden Broadway Tickles

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AN OCTOROON *** 1/2 out of ****
FORBIDDEN BROADWAY COMES OUT SWINGING *** out of ****



AN OCTOROON *** 1/2 out of ****
SOHO REP

An Octoroon is precisely the sort of play you hope to catch when venturing Off Off Broadway to see the first mounting of a new work by a buzzed-about, talented young playwright. It's bold, messy, ambitious, filled with very talented actors committed to a fresh voice, engaging, funny, sprawling and -- this is exciting, too -- feels like a little sharpening will make it even better.

It begins in a WTF fashion, with Chris Myers (marvelous throughout), stepping into the spotlight like some avant-garde stand-up comic. He starts talking about his therapist and conflicted feelings over the theater and how his work is perceived. It's wittily done and confessional and just long enough to make you warily wonder where exactly it's going.

Myers is playing the playwright Branden Jacobs-Jenkins, nominally sharing how he came to tackle a piece inspired by the 19th century melodrama The Octoroon by Dion Boucicault. It was one of the most popular plays of its time and Boucicault a towering figure, though as Jacobs-Jenkins says, he's mostly forgotten now. (True, though in fact, a recent revival of his London Assurance at the National in London was a delight.)

In the blink of an eye, the play morphs into a staging of that melodrama, though Jacobs-Jenkins is deconstructing the hell out of it. A southern plantation is falling into bankruptcy. Our hero George (Myers again) has arrived from Paris to see to its affairs. He's hounded by the wealthy and tiresome Dora (played with Carol Burnett-like relish by Zoe Winters) but falls for the beautiful and inevitably tragic Zoe (a solid Amber Gray), the title character and a mulatto treated almost like a member of the family but doomed in her desire for a happy life by the dreaded drop of black blood that poisons her system.



The moustache-twirling villain is M'Closkey (Myers, yet again), who lusts after the beautiful Zoe and does all he can to have her, from killing a young slave boy delivering the mail (it contains a reprieve for the family in the form of a letter of credit) to buying Zoe at auction and trying to kill George. The original playwright Boucicault also pops in for a word (played wonderfully by Danny Wolohan) and soon dons red makeup to play an Indian.

Wandering in and out of the action are the slaves, with a go-for-broke Ben Horner playing old Pete and the excellent duo Marsha Stephanie Blake and Jocelyn Bioh as Dido and Minnie, two characters with up-to-date street slang that turns their dialogue into an hilarious routine that's also a running commentary on both the status of slaves then and the status of women and poor black people today, somehow both celebrating their cultural uniqueness in the face of horrific injustice then and endemic poverty today, all while messing with your mind just a little bit. If that doesn't discombobulate you enough, the actual playwright Branden Jacobs-Jenkins pops in wearing a Br'er Rabbit-like costume, doing bits of business between scenes. Somehow, that's not nearly as odd as it sounds.

So to sum up, you've got one actor donning "white face," another actor donning "red face," and yet another donning "black face" in a show that combines every imaginable acting style, sometimes playing the hammy melodrama for laughs, other times delivering the emotions as strongly as possible, and still other times stopping the story so the "playwright(s)" can describe the cool effects you'd be seeing (a burning ship!) if they had more money or had been able to cast more white actors. Myers as Jacobs-Jenkins is a bit woeful when he admits he sorely underestimated the number of white actors the play would call for. On the plus side, that means he gets to stage a huge fight with himself since Myers plays both the hero and the villain -- Blazing Saddles-style, he's holding a knife to himself and soon rolling and thrashing about the stage as the rest of the cast gasps in terror. Amidst all the thoughtful and button-pushing on race and American history, An Octoroon is also a playful look at the history of theater as well.

Meta? You bet, but in a smart and always entertaining style. It feels slightly unfocused towards the end of the two and a half hours of the show, though you're certainly never bored. When a play pulls the rug out from under you repeatedly (we're never quite sure what the "rules" are for this work), that can be exhausting no matter how successful each element may be. The Octoroon wants to barrel towards a big finale while An Octoroon wants to dig deeper.

Jacobs-Jenkins ends the laughter abruptly by displaying a now iconic photo of an actual lynching. That allows the finale of the show to have a more sober, powerful effect. It doesn't milk the original play's doomed fate for Zoe for either humor or tears, choosing it to occur offstage, in a way mirroring the indifference society had at the time to such uncomfortable reminders of the mingling of the races. Zoe could exist on stage only if she died at the climax. Here we end suddenly in song, the theater plunged into darkness while the voices of the cast implore us to think on what might replace our sorrow, our prejudice, our stereotyped vision of our country and each other and ourselves.

Credit to the entire technical team, which makes the most of modest resources to create vivid costumes (Wade Laboissonniere) and sets (by Mimi Lien) with some flashy, old-school tricks up their sleeves. The strong score by Cesar Alvarez is ably played by the on-stage cellist Lester St. Louis, who somehow never flinches at all the goings-on around him. You know a playwright is one to watch when they can attract the best talent. That's certainly the case here with an excellent ensemble. They're all strong, though Bioh (who also starred in his play Neighbors at the Public) is especially hilarious as Minnie and the handsome, intelligent Myers is truly impressive in his various roles and ability to switch styles of acting at the drop of a hat. Director Sarah Benson keeps them all on the same page, even as the page they're on switches from melodrama to satire to drama to comedy from moment to moment. I can't wait to see this show again when it's perhaps refined even further and am just as eager to see what Jacobs-Jenkins will do next.

Here's a talk back with the playwright and the director:




FORBIDDEN BROADWAY COMES OUT SWINGING *** out of ****
DAVENPORT THEATRE

What to do? The natural inclination with Forbidden Broadway is to checklist each new edition, list the big numbers that have been added and tell which ones score the most zingers. But I'm a relative newbie to Gerard Alessandrini's long-running poisonous valentine to the theater. I only caught it for the first time when it came back in 2012.

Thirty two years on from its 1982 opening, Forbidden Broadway is still fresh as a daisy to me. I'm still delighting in its essentially loving mockery of the Great White Way and a cast that over the years has given a boost to the likes of Jason Alexander and Dee Hoty, but whom are good enough you still expect any moment to jump from this to Saturday Night Live or better yet a big budget musical.

I worried about returning to the show too "soon." Little did I know Alessandrini, with additional dialogue by co-director Phillip George, would turn out so much new material. Perhaps some of it is slightly tweaked from days gone by? (I'll never know but with so many shows revived on Broadway you could hardly blame them for taking advantage of it.) Les Miserables practically has its own mini-musical edition at the end of act one, with an actress singing "On My Phone" to the tune of "On My Own" and the turntable seeking pity for being unemployed. (Scott Richard Foster shows off his impressive pipes here to best effect as Jean Valjean singing "One Run More." He's also dead-pan terrific mocking Once and Sylvester Stallone.)

I assume the cast has a (good-natured?) rivalry to steal the show and/or make one another laugh. Each shines at a certain point, but Mia Gentile is perhaps the best, spoofing Patina Miller in Pippin and especially scoring with a deadly take on Idina Menzel as the queen of the pre-school set, simultaneously showing off her voice to great effect and hilariously pushing it into the red a la Menzel's louder than loud style. It's the show's best combination of an actor's innate talent with a star ripe for parody.

Carter Calvert is such a good Liza Minnelli, they must have rejoiced when Cabaret was revived so she could pull that out of her arsenal of tricks. Marcus Stevens has fun again with Mandy Patinkin. Together, their best number was a take-down of The Bridges Of Madison County. Carter was also amusing as Carrie Underwood, drawling her way through The Sound Of Music and duly impressed by Mia Gentile's Audra McDonald.

Bullets Over Broadway could have been dismissed with one quick jab ("Yes, We Have No Composers" to the tune of "Yes, We Have No Bananas") but I still don't get the jibes at Trey Parker and Matt Stone as guys dismissive of musical theater; they seem to love it. Similarly, they toss in a Neil Patrick Harris as Hedwig cameo, but haven't figured out the soft underbelly of that one yet. (Maybe they love it too much?)

Frankly, that's half the fun of the show (which includes David Caldwell working hard on piano) -- seeing which catty comments sync with your own and comparing notes with your fellow theater-goers after it's over about which ones they liked or thought missed the mark. We'll be doing that for many years to come, if the quality of this edition is anything to judge by. Now who's going to play Tupac Shakur?


THEATER OF 2014

Beautiful: The Carole King Musical ***
Rodney King ***
Hard Times ** 1/2
Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Dead **
I Could Say More *
The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner **
Machinal ***
Outside Mullingar ***
A Man's A Man * 1/2
The Tribute Artist ** 1/2
Transport **
Prince Igor at the Met **
The Bridges Of Madison County ** 1/2
Kung Fu (at Signature) **
Stage Kiss ***
Satchmo At The Waldorf ***
Antony and Cleopatra at the Public **
All The Way ** 1/2
The Open House (Will Eno at Signature) ** 1/2
Wozzeck (at Met w Deborah Voigt and Thomas Hampson and Simon O'Neill)
Hand To God ***
Tales From Red Vienna **
Appropriate (at Signature) *
Rocky * 1/2
Aladdin ***
Mothers And Sons **
Les Miserables *** 1/2
Breathing Time * 1/2
Cirque Du Soleil's Amaluna * 1/2
Heathers The Musical * 1/2
Red Velvet, at St. Ann's Warehouse ***
Broadway By The Year 1940-1964 *** 1/2
A Second Chance **
Guys And Dolls *** 1/2
If/Then * 1/2
The Threepenny Opera * 1/2
A Raisin In The Sun *** 1/2
The Heir Apparent *** 1/2
The Realistic Joneses ***
Lady Day At Emerson's Bar & Grill ***
The Library **
South Pacific ** 1/2
Violet ***
Bullets Over Broadway **
Of Mice And Men **
The World Is Round ***
Your Mother's Copy Of The Kama Sutra **
Hedwig and the Angry Inch ***
The Cripple Of Inishmaan ***
The Great Immensity * 1/2
Casa Valentina ** 1/2
Act One **
Inventing Mary Martin **
Cabaret ***
An Octoroon *** 1/2
Forbidden Broadway Comes Out Swinging ***

Thanks for reading. Michael Giltz is the founder and CEO of the forthcoming websiteBookFilter, a book lover's best friend. It's a website that lets you browse for books online the way you do in a physical bookstore, provides comprehensive info on new releases every week in every category and offers passionate personal recommendations every step of the way. It's like a fall book preview or holiday gift guide -- but every week in every category. He's also the cohost of Showbiz Sandbox, a weekly pop culture podcast that reveals the industry take on entertainment news of the day and features top journalists and opinion makers as guests. It's available for free on iTunes. Visit Michael Giltz at his website and his daily blog. Download his podcast of celebrity interviews and his radio show, also called Popsurfing and also available for free on iTunes.

Note: Michael Giltz is provided with free tickets to shows with the understanding that he will be writing a review. All productions are in New York City unless otherwise indicated.
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