the aids memorial in the lobby of the fountain theatre. audience members were offered markers to write on the wall, as a way to commemorate lost loved ones. caption and photo: tim cummings
Zack and company taking a bust.
With Jamie R Bauer, Laurie Cotter, Stuart Waldmanand Jenny Heinz. photo by Sabrina Artel
A Death Star is Born/Illuminations Were Everywhere.
Brian won the tickets at the fundraiser for the queer kids.
Still homeless.
I’m at Julius he texted,
As I stood at an emergency action at Union Square.
Protests and counter protests.
Full moon shone over the Village.
The sickness is only getting worse.
Its long been there.
A national affliction.
I’m beyond words.
“… when news broke that Donald Trump declared a fake national emergency in order to advance his anti-immigrant agenda, MoveOn organized 277 rapid-response events in 48 states, with at least 50,000 attendees. Our demonstrations took place just 72 hours after Trump announced his fake state of emergency…” said Nick Berning.
My friends from Texas and I wondered what was going on.
Growing up in Texas we never ever heard anyone fear for the border.
The crisis does not exist, noted Ade.
When we were kids the border was basically open and civilization did not collapse, wrote Alex.
My mom grew up in Laredo. It was a non issue. We used to go there and walk across to Nuevo Laredo and back to buy cool stuff, said Susan.
The president was panicking,
The country in a collective convulsion.
I took the bust Friday,
Zach tells me at Union Square.
Twenty did.
We just had to sit down.
Ken snapping photos in the cold.
This one got rough, he said gesturing around.
Protests and counter protests.
Another demo, another low.
Rise and Resist.
After the Amazon Museum deal fell apart, Sarah S thought it was the best news she had heard in a long time. “Now DeBlasio and Cuomo can spend those billions on our schools, hospitals and subways. But will they?”
Will they?
Can we force them I thought riding to the West Village.
We met at the Duplex on 7th Ave.
What do you want sweetie, asks bartender.
Karen joins us for the show.
We all thought we were going to die,
She recalls,
Stories downstairs.
Cabaret upstairs.
Recalling Liza and Sally B.
The show roars onward,
A piano player and singer in a dark room.
There’s gonna be a heartache tonight.
“I can’t get enough of that DK,” Thea exclaims.
“Ain’t that right grandma!”
“As everyone in New York knows, I come first.”
Encore I scream.
Since you asked.
Walked over to Julius gossiping.
Chatting ACT UP and Jimmy Summerville
Drag marches since 1994, 25 and counting.
Remembering.
A trans student, back from jail.
“The war is in my heart,” he tells me, recalling the nightmares,
“… I developed dark gifts during incarceration, instead of going crazy (which did happen) I opened my eye and “worked from the Root.” … there is no such thing as a crazy thoughts.’
Horrors.
Playbills and illuminations are everywhere.
None of us really have normal hearts.
None of us have normal lives.
In the weeks following the closing of the show, I walked the neighborhood streets at night, wandering in and out of local parks and shops, cutting through parking lots and back alleyways, marveling at the economic disparity on full display from block to block—a gorgeous modern mansion beside a fading, dilapidated Craftsman—and pondered my experience of the play. It was difficult to let go of. It haunted me for months. I wondered when it would leave me in peace. I felt incomplete, as if Michelangelo had never finished the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. I’ve never had to let go of the cast, thankfully; I still see the boys on a regular basis and we are a band of brothers. But I had to let go of the young men who’d perished from the plague and accept that I’d done my part to illuminate their stories by bequeathing all of my energy and all of my time. I still think about that letter from the audience member who’d written that I had changed him forever. I knew exactly what he meant. Great art, whether you are creating it or witnessing it, is always best measured by the amount of change that it manifests, both in your life and out there in the world."
Sickness is everywhere.
The illuminations are many.
