Monday, April 21, 2008

no wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted/ out of a love poem that you used to know by heart

Here were some Sunday options: I could watch the Cub game on the telly, or spin my wheels on writing, or watch the snap-trap in anticipation of a rodent beheading. But I went out to see some 3pm art at Redmoon Theatre - their production Boneyard Prayer. Gravediggers and regret, puppets and dirt, death and redemption and sad, sad songs. It's a stunning production of a simple story. See it on a beautiful, sunny day. And after you sit in the dark for an hour, you will leave the theatre and remember you walk on the green side of the grass.

I wandered on the Redmoon Theatre blog and found this link to an animation (Quicktime ahoy!) of a Billy Collins poem: And then searched out a treasure box of other Billy Collins poetry here: Sources of inspiration for Boneyard Prayer, said the Redmoon blog.

In the early evening I scootered over to Lincoln Square. There were impromptu string instrument jam sessions going on all over the place. In Costello's Sandwiches, the Fountain Park across from the Book Cellar, under the Brown Line tracks. God bless the Old Town School of Folk Music for dumping its students onto the streets of Chicago.