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True North: Me and Wilson

When you are on a quest there are some things in your control and others that are left to fate. There are things you can bring to the journey but the more important things are those you take away. One … Continue reading

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Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom

In the sorrowful funk and divine fury of the music there is a delicately etched study of humanity for us to consider if we want more than entertainment from our theater. Continue reading

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A Song of August Wilson or The Lion’s Roar, Parts 1, 2 and 3.

There is no return from this baptism by Wilson. Nothing will ever be the same again. I have been caught by the piper. I follow the roar of the lion.
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Comments on Walking thru Fire or Banging Full Metal

I loathe the presence of a person who insist on complicating the simple. I abhor those who traffic in road blocks. For me that’s like a red flag to a bull. Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative # 19: Precious and the State of the Arts (pt. 2 of The Ground on which I stand.)

“If you do not know, I will tell you that black theatre in America is alive … it is vibrant … it is vital … it just isn’t funded. Black theatre doesn’t share in the economics that would allow it to support its artists and supply them with meaningful avenues to develop their talent and broadcast and disseminate ideas crucial to its growth. The economics are reserved as privilege to the overwhelming abundance of institutions that preserve, promote and perpetuate white culture.

That is not a complaint. That is an advertisement. Since the funding sources, both public and private, do not publicly carry avowed missions of exclusion and segregated support, this is obviously either a glaring case of oversight, or we the proponents of black theatre have not made our presence or needs known.” August Wilson Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 18

I create. That’s my religion. I am the builder in my parable of the builder. I have learned to make what I need. I have learned to build for the sake of building. I have discovered that I am increased even when the gardens are for others. I understand the moral in the parable of "The Parables of the Talents". Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 17

Rehearsal is like prayer. It is the highest form of artistic meditation. It is where the privilege of presenting is earned. Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt 15

I have been wounded by Wilson and something is growing in the cut. Art should bruise, inspire, provoke, affirm, pose questions and soothe. Gem has done all that and Wilson is offering me more. I accept. Continue reading

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The Great American Divide

Divide: to cleave asunder.

We are united most by our acceptance of division. Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 14

If you don’t decide where you stand you won’t know why you fell down. I deal in mental groceries. I want to feed my congregation. I don’t do fluff and I ain’t trying to cross over. If you want to … Continue reading

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