Monday Morning Musings:
“That was how evil spoke. It made its own corrupt sense; it swore that the good were evil, and that evil had come to save mankind. It brought up ancient fears and scattered them on the street like pearls. To fight what was wicked, magic and faith were needed. This is what one must turn to when there was no other option.”
–Alice Hoffman, The World That We Knew
“Grey Rock centers on the idea that human curiosity is stronger that gravity. I believe that art, which has no boundaries, can influence dialogue.”
Playwright and Director of Grey Rock, Amir Nizar Zuabi
I am here
in the space between–
sunrise to my front
and moonset to my back,
in between past and future
I sit
holding the moment
in my thoughts,
where it remains
though the earth continues
its revolutions round the sun,
turning on its axis.
We gaze at the moon
with longing,
a part of us
that rock
I see rising silver
then gold–
not grey
like the sodden clouds

Taken from the Commodore Barry Bridge
blown away by the wind.
Windswept our dreams fly
free–
we all have the right to dream
the Palestinian man in the play
dreams of building a rocket,
sending it to the moon.
He loves his daughter,
he loved his wife,
and love is magic
the people in the novel find,
though evil is real,
it is all around them–
the Angel of Death is kept busy
but love has its own power.
And so,
we talk as we walk
through city streets
reflecting the past
as we think about our future.

Pennsylvania Hospital in a window reflection.

Spring by David Guinn Philadelphia Mural Arts 13th and Pine
There is beauty,
there is magic,
all around us–
are we blind or too afraid
to see it,

Finding signs of spring
hear it call
in the trill of birdsong
the tumbling crash of waves
the humming of the moon
and the music of the stars
floating down to us.
Listen–
it shimmers
and echoes in our hearts,
beating
free–
a dream flying
into orbit,
a thing of magic and beauty—
and here around us.
I fear we’re in scary times, but we can’t lose hope or the ability to dream.
It’s the start of birthday month here with more to come.
We saw the play Grey Rock by Amir Nizar Zuabi and a Palestinian cast performing in English. It was commissioned and produced by the Remote Theater Project. It was also part of Philadelphia Theater Week. We both really enjoyed the play, which was funny, tender, and moving.
I read Alice Hoffman’s The World That We Knew. It is magical realism mixed with Jewish folklore and history. It is set during the Holocaust, and it involves the bond of mothers and daughters. There is a female golem and birds. A heron also figures prominently in the story. As you might suspect, I absolutely loved it.
No movies this week, but we watched Season 1 of Counterpart on Prime. J.K. Simmons is wonderful, and he gets to play two characters, in this spy thriller that involves parallel worlds.