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Yesterday on Facebook I encountered one of those chain posts from a friend, but this one was different. I think it’s called Occupy Facebook with Poetry – or something like that. It had a purposed I admired, there are no catches and participation is 100% optional and not thrust upon you. And it was arts related, specifically poetry, which I love as a writer and lyricist. The post said:
“The idea is to occupy Facebook with #poetry. Whoever “likes” this post will be given a poet and has to post a poem, or a part of a poem, by that poet, along with this message. I was given NAME OF POET by OF FRIEND who brought it to my attention. So, I liked their post and was assigned the poet Derek Mahon. I had never heard of him, but I was excited to learn about a new poet. I ended up finding this amazing poem, which coincidentally had similar themes to A MidSummer Night’s Dream and the parody I had written. The poem was beautiful, smart, thoughtful, and witty. I love it! For your enjoyment I’ll post it below.
“The Dream Play”
What night-rule now about this haunted grove?
The spirits have dispersed, the woods
faded to grey from midnight blue
leaving a powdery residue,
night music fainter, frivolous gods
withdrawing, cries of yin and yang,
discords of the bionic young;
cobweb and insects, hares and deer,
wild strawberries and eglantine,
dawn silence of the biosphere,
amid the branches a torn wing
— what is this enchanted place?
Not the strict groves of academe
but an old thicket of lost time
too cool for school, recovered space
where the brain yields to nose and ear,
folk remedy and herbal cure,
old narratives of heart and hand,
and a dazed donkey, starry eyed,
with pearls and honeysuckle crowned,
beside her naked nibs is laid.
Wild viruses, Elysian fields —
our own planet lit by the fire
of molten substance, constant flux,
hot ice and acrobatic sex,
the electric moth-touch of desire
and a new vision, a new regime
where the white blaze of physics yields
to yellow moonlight, dance and dream
induced by what mind-altering drug
or rough-cast magic realism;
till morning bright with ant and bug
shines in a mist of glistening gism,
shifting identities, mutant forms,
angels evolved from snails and worms.
~~ Derek Mahon
After going through this exercise I was inspired to write my own. Not to become a song, just for the sake of writing a poem. It had been a while since I have written that way. Lots of my friends do poetry, spoken word, and open mics, so time to re-give it a whirl. So this was the result:
“Push Past Burn Out”
I can feel stress in my face
That I didn’t know existed
Must I have eternal exhaustion
And neck pain?
It goes on regardless
And for days
No matter how I twist and turn
No matter how comfy my bed may seem, whether my mind is restless with nightmares or good dreams
But as long as I have balance
Have happiness, have friends,
Even among work and giving back
I can make time for my passions
It’s all worth it.
Now who wants to give me a massage?
~~ Dara A. Gold
Stoked to share that the long time coming parody to Shakespeare’s A MidSummer Night’s Dream came to fruition in it’s beginning steps. It happened in January at Openstage in Eastern Market Washington D.C. I wanted to share the pics with you all so you can share its journey with us as the show progresses. The show is titled “A Puck Up: An Unofficial Ending to a MidSummer.”
Here’s a brief synopsis: In the show the faerie associated with the flower (who the play names Tasheena) Puck used to spell the lovers calls Puck out on the motives of Puck’s “so-called mistakes and mix-ups.” Through flirtation and witty banter, Tasheena calls Puck out on his B.S. and explains the insider knowledge she has on Puck. Puck and Tasheena rewind to key parts of the plot and to some “behind the scenes” even the audience of a MidSummer will discover for the first time to see the “real” story and intentions of Puck, our mischievous jester of the night. The show ends with Tasheena taking in Puck’s infliences and re-writing the play within the play – Pyramus and Thisbe, now within a third play cause she has some thoughts on this so-called Wall. 😉
Yes, it’s been awhile. This may happen from time to time when in the midst of writing and editing and searching for a day job to ensure the art can go on.
So here’s a quick catch-up of what’s been happening and what to look forward to:
1) Helping recurring actor Sir Harvey Fitz with his 1st ever Photo Exibit titled “The World Is Your Stage.” It’s gonna be epic! Click here for info –> https://www.facebook.com/events/655552037978944/
2) Play in D.C. “The Future is Female Festival – Night Of New Play Readings,” https://www.facebook.com/events/1009399285859727/
3) A sci-fi sketch in a sketch-theater hybrid festival
– more deets to come
4) Other plays in the works like some new musicals 🙂 and hopefully at least one web series heading into planning stages
5) We has a successful stage reading w/light blocking of “A Puck-Up: An Unofficial Ending to a MidSummer; the play from the “Accidental Tragedy” Post …plans on what to do with the full length in the works. Will post photos soon.
6) Submissions to summer/fall play festivals — fingers crossed 🤞