Thursday, September 08, 2005

Thursday, September 8, 2005
Waxing Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and cool

I wrote to my Senators this morning, demanding that FEMA be removed from any position of authority in the Gulf. Example: A woman’s house was taken off its foundations by the storm and moved across the street – intact. She tried to retrieve her possessions. FEMA barred her – and bulldozed it, so she lost EVERYTHING. That was unnecessary. Someone could have escorted her inside to save what she could. But FEMA doesn’t care – after all, they are funded by those who believe in Eminent Domain. What do one woman’s possessions compare to the profit they will make? This decision had NOTHING to do with safety. NOTHING. Example: They are refusing aid to people who won’t follow their orders. Humanitarian aid is non-judgmental. People are not going to leave their homes –homes they saved from the storm – so that FEMA can bulldoze them and Bush’s friends can make yet more profit.

And, may I point out AGAIN that there is no need for gas prices to rise on a daily basis? Saudi Arabia and Kuwait donated enough oil to get us through the crisis. Half of the refineries knocked out are expected to be up and running by the end of this week.

Percentage of the country’s oil that is produced in those refineries: 8%.

Not EIGHTY percent. EIGHT percent.

Bush’s friends are price gouging us. On Tuesday, before he even sent aid, he stated that price gouging would not be allowed. By Thursday, his exact words to the rising costs were, “Get used to it.”

In addition to the necessity of charging in a court of law this administration (Bush, Cheney, Rice to begin with) with crimes against humanity and criminally negligent homicide, they must also be charged with fraud and price gauging and the modern-day equivalent of carpet bagging.

When history looks back on this administration in 200 years’ time (providing the country hasn’t fallen the way Rome did), I have no doubt it will be analyzed as the most corrupt in our country’s history – worse even, than the years after The Civil War. At that point, you had individual carpetbaggers. Now, you have carpetbaggers protected under corporate logos and with government protection.

It will not stop until we, as individuals, band together and MAKE it stop.

As for writing yesterday, as soon as I’d posted and gone to the grocery store, I got a call asking me to come in and work two shows. So I did. It was good to be around the people again – everyone’s working to help those in the Gulf.

One of the reasons I took eight months off from theatre in 2002 to work on the first hockey book is that, post-9/11, I couldn’t stand to be inside the theatre. I felt if I heard one more actor moan about a pimple or worry about his hair, I would explode. The decision to take time off was, actually, made in New Orleans – the same trip where I sat in the meetings where locals and the Army begged the Feds for aid and were ignored.

This time, it’s helpful to be around theatre people. It could very well be the maturity level and commitment of the people on this show. Which is a bit of a paradox if you don’t work on it, but it’s too hard to explain, if you’ve never worked backstage. It could be that living through 9/11 changed everyone in the longer view, while, in the shorter view, people were simply trying to bring everything back to “the way it was”.

I’d only managed about two pages of Imaginative Powers on Tuesday, but, on my dinner break, I managed nearly eight pages. I’ve just started Chapter 4. It has a strong drive.

I’ve gotten a couple of phone calls in the past few days asking me when I’ll write a play (or plays) about all that’s happened in the last few years. The response is: I don’t know. The play has to percolate and germinate and then burst forth. I can’t force it. I have a lot to say right now, but it’s not coming out in play format.

Having said that, yesterday, the burble of a play started. Three men and a woman. The first scene with one of the men onstage – character-defining gestures without speech, which in the hands of the right actor could set the tone of mystery and passion and intrigue that it needs. I will jot down a few ideas . . .and wait.

Once the play forms itself inside and bursts forth, I will not be able to do anything or think anything except the play. I will have to sit and write the first draft straight through. Last year, I lost a play because I tried to make it wait until I had time to do it. I wonder if the playwriting muse is different from the pair that usually coddle me. Because this one comes in on silken wings, demands immediate attention and drives me past the point of reason.

But the end result is powerful.

It’s hell to endure, but looking back on plays like Women With an Edge and Plateau, both of which were written in trance-like frenzy, it was worth it.

Today needs to be about the article due tomorrow for Llewellyn, and, also, working on Imaginative Powers.

I do not believe for a second that KIC will resume in three weeks’ time. I am saddened for my loyal subscribers. The publisher promised us that it would not “just stop”, that there would be a winding down period if necessary, that would give us a chance to wrap things up for our subscribers. A “suspension” does not meet that promise.

At least I listened to my instincts and wrapped up Tapestry. I will finish the others, at my own pace, because, as I’ve mentioned before, unfinished projects drain energy that should be used for other things. And then, as soon as the rights revert back to me, I will rewrite them into proper novel format and start sending out queries.

In a business sense, simply “suspending” publication for three weeks – in many cases, in the middle of a subscription cycle – does not make sense. It’s not like those people will ever renew – why should they? If you’re going to end the company, end it with grace and dignity. We’ve all tried ventures that haven’t worked out. But don’t sabotage it every chance you get, tainting as many of your writers as you can while you’re at it. It goes beyond a lack of organization and business sense into maliciousness. And that surprises and saddens me. But the friendships I have made among other writers there are strong, and, as a group, we can forge ahead and support each other as we build our writing careers.

Devon
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1 Comments:

At 9:32 PM, Blogger Ann said...

Hope your muse takes her martini to the theater and decides to do the play - it sounds GREAT! Hope if you do it you kep us posted!

 

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