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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

After the Reading






Well, of the 2 dozen folks who showed up last night for the first reading of "Cafe Lysistrata" only one nodded off. Unfortunately,she is the creative development director for one of the producers I most admire these days. It's an advantage and a disadvantage playing with the musical ensemble. I got to see the entire audience but one enjoying themselves. Of course, I focused on the one. Oh well.

I'll get into more details next week after the second reading. One thing I will say now -- I skewered virtually every aspect of today's society, and went home and skewered my own shortcomings as a writer. Reminds me of Ben Jonson's poem "An Ode to Himself"

Where dost thou careless lie
Buried in ease and sloth?
Knowledge that sleeps, doth die
And this security,
It is the common moth
That eats on wits and arts, and that destroys them both.

Are all the Aonian springs
Dried up? lies Thespia waste?
Doth Clarius' harp want strings,
That not a nymph now sings;
Or droop they as disgraced,
To see their seats and bowers by chattering pies defaced?

If hence thy silence be,
As 'tis too just a cause,
Let this thought quicken thee:
Minds that are great and free
Should not on fortune pause;
'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.

What though the greedy fry
Be taken with false baits
Of worded balladry,
And think it poesy?
They die with their conceits,
And only piteous scorn upon their folly waits.

Then take in hand thy lyre;
Strike in thy proper strain;
With Japhet's line aspire
Sol's chariot, for new fire
To give the world again:
Who aided him, will thee, the issue of Jove's brain.

And, since our dainty age
Cannot endure reproof,
Make not thyself a page
To that strumpet the stage;
But sing high and aloof,
Safe from the wolf's black jaw, and the dull ass's hoof.
—Ben Jonson

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