Beautiful! Great job, Madge.
cs
On Aug 16, 2010, at 1:48 PM, Madge Darlington wrote:
> Terry and I stopped at Angeline's house in Carmine and gave her flowers from all of us. She didn't feel up to attending the reunion but said she read about it and was thinking of us all and how much she cared for the Shakespeare students.
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> Thinking of you all.
>
> Love,
> Madge
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Clayton Stromberger
Outreach Coordinator, UT Shakespeare at Winedale
College of Liberal Arts, University of Texas at Austin
www.shakespeare-winedale.org
cell: 512-228-1055, cell #2 (backup): 512-363-6864
UT Sh. at W. office: 512-471-4726
Wow, Alice, this leaves me speechless.
m
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Sent: Tue Aug 17 05:22:59 2010
Subject: Re: [Weeklong-l] "...let the world slip, we shall ne'er be younger."
Oh, Clayton, we were ALL meant to be traipsing through your front yard at 1
am last night. My plane flew WAY off course.
I am slowly beginning to process all this myself, just watching moments
float by in my head, and tearing up from emotional complexity, or is it from
simple love and lack of all your company and the project of the words that
has me going?
As it always does, Winedale widened my field of inspiration to keep me
connected to it, and to you. On the plane I picked up Marilynne Robinson's
extraordinary novel Gilead, a book-length letter from an old man who nears
Doc's capacity to hold the world in love. He is a preacher who is the son of
a preacher who is the son of a preacher, writing of his life in 1950 to his
seven-year-old son, whom he knows he will not see grow up. Passage after
passage spoke of the experience we had just shared. Here's one. I'll trust
that the "spiritual but not or no longer religious" among us, and I count as
one, might appreciate it together:
"Calvin says somewhere that each of us is an actor on a stage and God is the
audience. That metaphor has always interested me, because it makes us
artists of our behavior, and the reaction of God to us might be thought of
as aesthetic rather than morally judgmental in the ordinary sense. How well
do we understand our role? With how much assurance do we perform it? ....
Well, we all bring such light to bear on these great matters as we can. I do
like Calvin's image, though because it suggests how God might actually enjoy
us. I believe we think about that far too little. It would be a way into
understanding essential things, since presumably the world exists for God's
enjoyment, not in any simple sense, of course..."
A resident at the artist colony where I work produced the attached
improvised call and response duet between an Irishman and a Lakota man. You
might want to play it with speakers rather than just on your computer. Both
songs are, in the singers' respective cultures, songs of exile. Their
singing it together marked a moment of suspension of bitter feelings between
the two cultures; witnesses felt a lifting of burden. It feels like exile to
me to be away from you. But this says that in a more beautiful way.
Again from Gilead: "So you must not judge what I know by what I find words
for."
Alice
> From: Clay Stromberger <cstromberger(a)mail.utexas.edu>
> Reply-To: <weeklong-l(a)lists.wikimedia.org>
> Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2010 19:01:16 -0500
> To: <weeklong-l(a)lists.wikimedia.org>
> Cc: 'Bekah Meyer' <rmeyer(a)mail.hockaday.org>
> Subject: Re: [Weeklong-l] "...let the world slip, we shall ne'er be younger."
>
> Aw, hell. I was doing okay until I started reading all these heartbreakingly
> eloquent emails. I think I had fooled myself into thinking that you guys were
> all just on a particularly long run to the Mercantile. I'm still wondering
> why I didn't see Zig traipsing through my front yard at 1 a.m. last night
> while I lay out on the hammock and tried to gaze up at the stars, which was
> damn near impossible because they were mostly washed out by the city glare. I
> knew the Milky Way was up there somewhere in all its dazzling glory, just as I
> knew the Barn was sitting out in that meadow in the night, eloquent in its
> dark silhouette and its deep silence, and that all of you were in your homes
> or in a way station on the way to that destination, replaying the week in your
> minds as I was.
>
> Family life and its particular challenges took over immediately after an
> hour-and-a-half drive through the late-afternoon heat in that
> un-air-conditioned Volvo, and I'm trying to experience all the cleaning and
> work and play going on here (a nephew in town from Massachusetts staying with
> us for a week) as an extension of the lovely Sunday morning we spent cleaning
> the Barn, and of everything that led up to that final moment. But I'm really
> craving time to process the week in some way. And really really missing each
> one of you, and all the characters you inhabited and brought once more to
> life. For some reason I miss Justice Shallow most of all right now...!
>
> Augie once said, when a Camper was talking about a wave of feeling homesick,
> that it was the "worst sick of all." I think my heavy heart is telling me I'm
> homesick for a place that is a home to me, to all of us. A home for the soul.
> But it's not a place we can live forever. I felt that particularly keenly as
> I drove away and left Joy, red-eyed, as the final Weeklonger at the Barn,
> sitting out in the shade on a picnic table awaiting the arrival of her
> husband. I think of Antipholus S., heading out into the world, a drop of
> water seeking another drop. And yet I'm home now, too, where I belong. It's
> a paradox, one we are fortunate to be able to tangle (tango) with over the
> years, decades.
>
> I hope to gather with some more of you water drops and get a storm or a little
> stream (clear, I hope) going sometime soon. Zig, thanks for the invite, with
> the nephew in town I probably can't get away, but will try to negotiate a
> swing-by at least.
>
> I'll write more anon. In the meantime, still wondering if I'm sleeping or
> waking, mad or well advised... and when Madge is going to come around the
> corner so we can work on the schedule for tomorrow!
>
> A health to you all -- and to those that you love --
>
> Love,
>
> Clayton
>
>
> PS Bob, say hi to Cicely H. for me, would ya?
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> On Aug 16, 2010, at 12:44 PM, Bruce Meyer wrote:
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>> I, too, returned to the 'real world" at 0630 today to deal with recruitment
>> strategies, cost over-runs, and unrealistic expectations. I will admit that I
>> am having a very hard time not speaking in meter, not singing for my supper,
>> and not sweating through my clothes and "checking my stream". Bob put it
>> eloquently. I am already in withdrawal from the magic....
>>
>>>>> "Pees, Robert" <rpees(a)AkinGump.com> 8/16/2010 11:39 AM >>>
>> This morning I returned to my job as a tinker of sorts. I took the D Train,
>> which, by the way, is not "fleeter than the roe." For me, last week was
>> exhilarating-to have such wonderful people convince you that you are a lord
>> indeed is true magic. I am so grateful to all of you. Right now I'm typing
>> this in an office on the forty-first floor of a Manhattan skyscraper, but it
>> is not nearly as high as the throne you created for me on a wooden platform
>> in a converted hay barn in Fayette County Texas.
>>
>> All my love,
>> Bob
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Hey everyone --
While I'm thinking of it -- if anyone you know took still photos during the performance, could you put me in touch with them? I'd like to gather as many as possible for the Winedale archives. I know we have Trey's video but the stills are often more useful for future publications etc.
Also, I wanted to give my kids some photos with which to remember the weekend.
I felt too busy to document things as we went, but sure with I had photos of all of you right now to put up in my little office!
cheers,
cs
Clayton Stromberger
Outreach Coordinator, UT Shakespeare at Winedale
College of Liberal Arts, University of Texas at Austin
www.shakespeare-winedale.org
cell: 512-228-1055, cell #2 (backup): 512-363-6864
UT Sh. at W. office: 512-471-4726
Came across this today, made me think of our week, our feisty clashes with each other and with our characters in the pursuit of excellence, and finally of the wooden boards of Rollie and Marilyn's old store.
From "Novice to Master: An Ongoing Lesson in the Extent of My Own Stupidity," by Zen monk Soko Morinaga:
"This story (about a conflict between a master and disciple, resolved privately and silently between them) calls to mind the relationship between sumo wrestlers and the ring. The reason that two giant men, together weighting in at six or seven hundred pounds, can come together and wrestle, slamming all their might into the contest, is that there is a ring under them, which, like the bond between master and disciple, absolutely will not break. If a wrestler, however skillful, were to compete inside a ring drawn on ice, wouldn't he creep around, throwing all his effort instead into ensuring that the ice did not break?"
Someone let me know if these pics make it through this time.
xoxo,
Susan
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From: susan todd <skippytodd(a)gmail.com>
Date: Sun, Aug 15, 2010 at 11:18 PM
Subject: Dost thou love pictures?
To: weeklong-l(a)lists.wikimedia.org
Dearest Weeklongians,
Here are some random shots from my phone-camera. I've black-and-whited them
to camouflage poor photo quality.
Love to all of you!
Susan
--
"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is
invisible to the eye." (Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
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"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is
invisible to the eye." (Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
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"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is
invisible to the eye." (Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
Dear Winedalians,
I am here in Austin for a few days after our lovely reunion, and have
lots of unstructured time, and I would love to spend some iof it with
any and all of you. I am reachable at this email address, or at
415-793-4446 (my cell), and will be in Austin until Thursday morning.
I hope to resume our mailing list updates/outreach this week.
Thank you all so much for your love and support and for our shared experience.
Mike
Hi, folks.
Joy asked for everyone's cell numbers again, and I thought others might find
this useful as well, so I'm reposting the numbers I have (with the greatest
respect for Jeff's principled refusal either not to have a cell phone number
or not to give it to us!).
--Mike
Alice Gordon, 917-655-9091
Bruce Meyer, 972-800-3636
Craig Hurwitz, 224-515-0118
David Ziegler, 415-987-1947
Gail McDonald, 001-20 7713 8890
Robert Jackson, 646-246-3865
Doc, 979-249-7125
Joy Howard Marvin, 254-537-2471
Jayne Noble Suhler, 214-356-0408
Kathy Blackbird, 512-694-6228
Matt Kozusko, 215-760-2779
Jeff Larsen
Madge Darlington, 512-627-6038
Maggie Megaw, 310-600-5669
Michael Barker, 917-690-4759
Mary Collins, 646-554-3076
Mike Godwin, 415-793-4446
Robert Pees, 917-545-4537
Susan Todd, 512-922-1871
Kirsten Kern, 512-323-6042
Terry Galloway, 850-524-0768
from a commencement address colbert gave
to knox college in 2006:
So, say "yes." In fact, say "yes" as often as you can. When I was starting
out in Chicago, doing improvisational theatre with Second City and other
places, there was really only one rule I was taught about improv. That
was, "yes-and." In this case, "yes-and" is a verb. To "yes-and." I
yes-and, you yes-and, he, she or it yes-ands. And yes-anding means that
when you go onstage to improvise a scene with no script, you have no idea
what's going to happen, maybe with someone you've never met before. To
build a scene, you have to accept. To build anything onstage, you have to
accept what the other improviser initiates on stage. They say you're
doctors -- you're doctors. And then, you add to that: We're doctors and
we're trapped in an ice cave. That's the "-and." And then hopefully they
"yes-and" you back. You have to keep your eyes open when you do this. You
have to be aware of what the other performer is offering you, so that you
can agree and add to it. And through these agreements, you can improvise a
scene or a one-act play. And because, by following each other's lead,
neither of you are really in control. It's more of a mutual discovery than
a solo adventure. What happens in a scene is often as much a surprise to
you as it is to the audience.
Well, you are about to start the greatest improvisation of all. With no
script. No idea what's going to happen, often with people and places you
have never seen before. And you are not in control. So say "yes." And if
you're lucky, you'll find people who will say "yes" back.
Now will saying "yes" get you in trouble at times? Will saying "yes" lead
you to doing some foolish things? Yes it will. But don't be afraid to be a
fool. Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who
pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics.
Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it.
Because cynics don't learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed
blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us
or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying "yes" begins things.
Saying "yes" is how things grow. Saying "yes" leads to knowledge. "Yes" is
for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say "yes."