Those dreams in which one falls,
Uncontrollably hurtling
Toward what seems like certain death, or at the very least
Grievous injury,
Like a freeway insect making an abstract blotch upon a windshield,
Are supposed to mean something.
You like to dance to the music of your body
Unaware and drowning in bliss,
Certain somehow that all will turn out as it ought to,
If only in a dream.
In 1986, when Jack Nicklaus won the Masters golf tournament at age 46, it was hard for us to understand what all the fuss was about. Sure, he made history, becoming the oldest player to win one of the four “majors.” But he was a lifelong athlete doing what he did best. Golf is a non-contact sport. Why couldn’t he triumph over much younger, less experienced competitors?
We were in our twenties then, and the…
Writer, poet, artist, improviser, lyricist, former television personality, and generally decent person.
The National Theatre (UK) production of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, now playing at the Ahmanson Theater in Los Angeles, introduces two new stars to area theatergoers. The first is Adam Langdon, a recent Julliard graduate, who plays Christopher, a 15 year-old autistic boy conducting an investigation into the eponymous incident. He’s sensational, from the...
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