A past professor once apostrophized, “Preserve us from directors with Concepts!” Until today I never realized That even when design is quite adept, It's hollow if the chosen point of view, Sucks out all joy and spontaneity. Conflicting humors turn the text into Perfunctory theatricality. Though challenging a problem play may be, The most successful … Continue reading March 1: On Disappointing Productions
Author: libbyweber
February 28: Hey Ho! The Wind and the Rain!
How I commend you, beauteous, doughty booties Whose gusset is so firm about my calf That I may intersperse my daily duties With splashing and propensity to laugh, I brace my bumpershoot against the gusts And when it changes, I adjust my route, Unlike the passers by, who are nonplussed To find their brollies newly … Continue reading February 28: Hey Ho! The Wind and the Rain!
February 27: More Please
To my dismay, it's misting here today; We really could have used some proper rain. Instead of play in puddles or in spray, One must negotiate unsafe terrain. For when in drought, and it is misting out, The oil and dirt rise, but don't wash away. So do not shout, if, when you walk about, … Continue reading February 27: More Please
February 26: Left and Right
As brains and hands purport to show a split In dominance, so does one's politics; In habit we're reluctant to admit How frequently philosophies are mixed. Such things as privacy and central power Depend on who's perceived to be in charge And cynicism all too often sours Our views of our opponents small and large. … Continue reading February 26: Left and Right
February 25: Timing
Desire can be an inconvenient thing, That strikes in unexpected afternoons, Whose sun and scents remind one of the spring, That metamorphoses into monsoon-- Periphery consolidates into A self-perpetuating lustiness Which manifests in focusing one's view In ways that manners say should be repressed. But I have the advantage, so it seems, Of walking through … Continue reading February 25: Timing
February 24: On Average
I thank the powers for this middling day, Which started with anticipatory tears, That grew into resolve to always play With creatures that I hope to have for years, Which made me impotent to rise and leave For work, when to my lap Giovanni leapt But running for the bus, I couldn't grieve The presence … Continue reading February 24: On Average
February 23: Old Songs
To hear a live performance of a song That you remember from a certain time, It doesn't matter if it wasn't long Ago, you yearn for it to be sublime, To sound exactly as it did the day You first allowed the music in your soul. So when the opening chords begin to play, You … Continue reading February 23: Old Songs
February 22: Endorphins
As hunger makes the most prosaic meal Seem an exquisite feast, so also does A satisfying workout make one feel Significantly more than just a buzz-- The sky seems bluer, sunshine twice as bright, The traffic and the breeze accompaniment, Within a soundtrack singing of delight, Reflecting all-encompassing content. But when delayed exhaustion settles in, … Continue reading February 22: Endorphins
February 21: Epithalamium
When we were wed, it was a civil do, With ten, including us and celebrant. And that simplicity I do not rue, Except one item after the event. In ancient times, a nuptial song was sung Outside the wedding chamber for the pair. From that and Spenser inspiration sprung, And ten years on, I'll write … Continue reading February 21: Epithalamium
February 20: Contrariwise
On schadenfreude I'm ambivalent; It may give glee, but leaves behind no peace. And while it lets old irritations vent, It breeds new ones that fester sans release. So when I see a skilled contestant fail, I'm torn between a wince of empathy And rattling off some questionable tale Exempting him or her from sympathy. … Continue reading February 20: Contrariwise
Libby Weber 