Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof

Seminary Hill

In Poetry on January 5, 2016 at 3:33 am

dirt ladder
In the midst of winter, the forest raises
Storms of colored cursive, eternally recursive
Tesserae of dead and dying oak leaves,
The billion fractured grains of fallen maple;
Scribbles branches on the grey-green mud
And in insistent green, makes the fir trees sigh
And winding vines to turn and climb the sky.

The forest made a bullion of her death,
But not to lay it by for future good.
She spent it all in just one day, on us.

Indians are Not Our Problem (They’re Our Business Partners)

In Indian on July 17, 2015 at 10:13 pm
Sahalie Falls

Sahalie Falls

To the San Carlos Apache Nation of Arizona, Oak Flat is sacred land, the site of religious ceremony and a place where God speaks to the people. To the mining industry, Oak Flat is the promised land where copper speaks to the bottom line.

Thanks to the assistance of Sen. John McCain (R-AZ), Resolution Copper Mining, a subsidiary of the $51 billion Rio Tinto Corporation, has finally succeeded in getting special legislation passed that will allow them to mine there. The legislation was buried in the 2015 National Defense Authorization Act.

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Victorian Shakespeare

In Drama, Shakespeare on July 17, 2015 at 9:50 pm
The Globe

The Globe

When I graduated from university I left with a sense of Victorian times as a desert in the history of Shakespeare productions. Shakespeare at that time, the common wisdom said, was a castrato, sweetened with the surgical removal of the writer’s nasty bits.

It was also an era, the thinking went, during which the words of the playwright were subjugated to a florid, almost choking ornamentation. The set decoration and costume design was vulgar, over the top. A Victorian Shakespearean production was overgrown with irrelevant visual distraction. Shakespeare, the cant went, was meant to be produced as Shakespeare himself produced it: bare bones.

In the intervening years, that belief that Shakespeare was to be stripped down was tested out. In smaller venues, with scrappy companies, his words were given rein. One production in particular comes to mind. The Shotgun Players in the San Francisco Bay Area produced Henry V.[1] The players were clad in all black, with colored sashes alone distinguishing their roles and a bare stage.

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