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The World Is A Stage

I'm ready for my entrance

"Do you want to go?" My question is to the room. One set of ears hears in a dead sleep. Springing up. Feet in perfect ballet turnout. Spinning in circles. Pirouettes of ecstasy. "Why does he do that?" She's asked the question before. Sort of rhetorically. Aware that the pup enjoys going out. She's right to wonder, though. "Why does he do his dance of joy, whirling around as if in ballet slippers?" "The pup hears something...

Anticipation

It's worth the wait

Clicking on the return key, over and over. Changing the screen. Waiting for it to change. News is posted online now so you wait for the change. Hitting the return key. You did your best but never certain what to expect.Going back, again and again, always trying to make it. Wanting and needing to be part of it.This is what life is about. Anticipation. What you wait for and work for and hope for.It doesn't get easier but it...

Charlotte's finger

An overheard conversation can be funny, but also terrifying.

They sidestepped down the aisle of row C. She began to think of space invaders and the two-tone beat of the music. She smiled as she caught the sound of Christmas music, and a loop of chattering people, a party maybe? Laying down the frame for the play?They settled into their seats, three rows back. One of her two sons hung his coat on the back of the chair in front of him. She asked him if this was a good idea? What if s...

Charlotte Salomon and Alfred Wolfsohn. Strolling through the park in Berlin. Her mentor? Her lover? Perhaps both. The theatre may do her justice. Short life. Ending in Auschwitz. With child. Unborn. Playing my role. The one I was asked to play. Was it anticipatory empathy that made me shave my head just before being asked? He was not (I was not) sent to the chambers. Will the stage mentee still love him without the curly...

"We don't want to begin at the beginning. The brides of Count Dracula don't like the beginning, we have to step out of the darkness to go back there. The darkness is where we belong now, the darkness is the realm of the true voice, the Seal of Perfection and our Lord Dracula is his angel.""In the darkness our Lord shines brighter than any star in heaven. In his supreme light we are as Gods with no fear of consequence to e...