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This special workshop on Pierce to the Soulwill include a reading from the play, followed by a public discussion and question/answer session with the playwright, director and dramaturge.
Pierce to the Soulis a one-person play about the life of Columbus folk-artist Elijah Pierce, who was a prominent member of our community for more than half a century. Mr. Pierce, a barber by trade, achieved international fame for his wood carvings when he was in his eighties.Many of his works are part of the collection of the Columbus Museum of Art. Written by Columbus playwright Chiquita Mullins Lee, Pierce to the Soul features Dayton actor Alan Bomar Jones in the role of Mr. Pierce. Jones has previously been seen at CATCO in A Piano Lesson, The Exonerated, The Shorts Festival 2004 and A Soldier’s Play.
Pierce to the Soul will receive its world premiere at CATCO on April 7 -- 25, 2010.Artistic Director Geoffrey Nelson will direct, with OSU History Professor William Childs serving as dramaturge.
Moments in a lifetime told through words, movement and music Piano accompaniment by Leslie Kleen
Columbus Dance Theatre February 1, 5, 6, 7, 8
592 E. Main St., Clumbus, OH 43215 ph: 614 849 0227
I first met David in the early 70s when he was a c0-founder of The Mime Troupe. He is a dedicated artist whose instrument is his body and mind. His performance is stretched to the extreme, physically and emotionally, as he takes great bodily risks while baring his most intimate feelings and thoughts. Support GOOD local arts and my good friend David. Go see this performance. _charlie
Award winning actor, performer, social commentator, poet, raconteur, and all-around good guy Steve Ben Israel sent three vignettes below. Steve is often heard delivering wry, relevant commentary on NPR. In this photo, (taken by Fernando Leon) he accepted an Obie award.
I met Steve at an all-night diner in the lower east side of NY city, several years ago, introduced by my long-time friend Stan. We talked, dank coffee, schmoozed, listened to his fabulous tales and enjoyed it enough to consider the evning memorable.
Please enjoy three short poems below told with a bit of New York irony, followwed by two short Youtube videos showcases. -------------------------- brooklyn
flunked out of high school went back in the summer and passed all 3 subjects amazing, teachers must be nicer in july and august what now,18 years old now what some friends out in k.u. in kansas write me and say come out here and I write them back are you kidding with my grades" they say write them anyhow and I do and they write me back and say are you kidding with your grades but they give me a three month trial period of three credits in english
so I make my way to the land of thank you and come back and there in english I am asked to write a paper on henry david thoreau's walden pond now reading and writing it down was always tough for me and still is, but I do it and hand it in a week later the papers are marked and ready the teacher is holding up two papers in front of the class he says this first paper shows remarkable insight in to walden pond but I am not quite sure what language he wrote it in this other students paper is grammatically perfect but I don¹t know what he read,now the first paper was mine a lot of red on yellow legal and he hands it to me in front of the entire class and I take the heat hoping that the bell is going to ring so I can go out and talk to a tree who I know will tell me I am really ok the bell rings so I make my way to the door and the teacher says steven can I see you for a momment sure and I make my way to the front of the class and the teacher says steven ah are you a foreign student and I say no I am from brooklyn
steve ben israel
not my real uncle
she invited me over to dinner for lisa bauer at her uncles house in west berlin she said he wasn't her real uncle he a berlin police captain hid seven jews in seven different houses along with her mother and brother for four years he provided food medicine and security they were hiding they were hidden they were hidden they were hiding the last day of the war she emerged to the sunlight and then raped by a drunken russian liberator in the midst of her joy and then stabbed in her breast later she became a pianist and teacher and was a bright light in a city with a wall around it I went to her uncles house for dinner along with the others who called him uncle every month he cooked dinner when I met him he said" just call me uncle" now that's an uncle
steve ben israel
star wars 1999
I won't be waiting on line and I don't need any tickets because star wars is playing everywhere, especially on CNN the military home shopping channel and every half hour, James Earl Jones, the voice of Darth Vader, says,"this is CNN" and I won't be picking up any action figures to this" new phanto menace"
because I remember April 29,1975 our sons first birthday, and he's asleep and he doesn't know it when suddenly he's awakened by another baby crying 6,000 miles away coming out of the tv because I'm watching the NBC special "the evacuation of Saigon
the next picture was of the parents of the last American soldier to die in that Vietnam war and they were both holding back their tears as the father say's,"my son gave his life for his country" I held our son even closer and realized how precious that moment was
a few years later a friend of mine says,"have you seen the new star wars movie yet?" and I said "not me, pops, the last thing I want to do is see a movie with the word war in it'
but that changed very quickly, when all of a sudden our son said 'daddy, daddy, we have to go see star wars, everybody I know has seen star wars, we have to see star wars" so we went to see star wars. and I actually saw all three of those modern day swashbuckling intergalactic sagas of good guys verses bad guys and, actually the movies played for years on our son's floor I was always avoiding stepping on luke Skywalker, princes laya, Darth Vader,Han solo, Jaba the hut, chubacka the wookie,Yoda r2d2 and cp30. I once spent an hour and a half on my knees trying to find Yoda's cane and screamed out,"I found it, I found it, I found Yoda's cane"
but know our son is twenty five and I think this time, together we are going to skip this phantom menace and go to the peace vigil out the 42nd street library hoping that we are going to be joined by the liberals and the conservatives the democrats and republicans the left and the right because too many parents have cried in this century for the children they have lost
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