I forgot how awesome it was.

Currently working through Crime & Punishment (thanks to Steven Gaultney) and Inferno, by Eileen Myles (gifted to me by Swan.) The one is a dark Russian tale of madness and anxiety, the other a meditation on being broke, queer, and a poet. Maybe not so different?

Other Things I Accomplished Today:
1) Dodged a giant bee
2) Went to Target and bought a pillow
3) Managed to eat lunch for several hours with fellow playwrights Sam Hunter & Michael Yates Crowley
4) Managed to eat dinner for several hours with the same crew. (Avec newly arrived dramaturg, Alex Barron.)
5) Dodged a lot of mosquitos.

It’s a crazy life up here in Waterford, CT.

O’Neill NPC Day 1

The resident playwrights just got a tour of the Monte Cristo cottages, O’Neill’s former childhood home. Some pertinent details: 1) he liked fog, 2) all his sons killed themselves eventually, 3) he got 4 Pulitzers and 1 Nobel. Trade-off?

I looked really hard for a picture of him smiling. This is the closest I got:


Take THAT.
Edward Gorey is delighted to provide a visual aid of the 5-4 decision: Picture 1
Future FEDERALLY RECOGNIZED Wives of Jen Silverman (A Sampler):
1. Michelle Obama
2. Sarah Kane (Except She’s Dead But If She Weren’t)
3. Sarah Palin (Methinks the lady doth protest way too much. She’d marry the hell out of me. She’d marry me like a warrior hunting moose in the tundra. She’d marry me so hard I’d end up dead.)
4. Wendy Davis (No explanation needed.)
5. Jenny Shimizu (She can fix a motorcycle with one hand. Don’t tell me that’s not marriage material.)

Jen’s Future Wives Club aside, now shit like this can happen. And it’s awesome.

Walt Whitman

“…Dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body…”