Shakespeare

dreams

by the pricking

The theater is crowded with people, waiting for the play to begin. My wife and I sit and wait, looking through the program and studying posters for past productions lining the walls. When the show begins, I am transfixed. I’ve seen Macbeth a few times before, but this is just amazing. The witches scene is easily one of the most unsettling,… Continue reading by the pricking

dreams

opening night

...I find myself in the front row, enduring an abysmal production of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” directed by my ex-wife. It’s godawful. Pretentious and ponderous. They’ve changed the language, modernized all the poetry out of it. And, insult to injury, they’ve added songs, turning it into a musical. Only Puck holds any interest. Dark and twisted, a spiky clenched fist… Continue reading opening night

dreams

uneasy sleep

[This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated April 11th, 1994] And it doesn’t get any better as the days go on. Wasted time and uneasy sleep. Like Macbeth, I have murdered the deep life — drowned by days, and smothered under chemical work and answering machines.