Wednesday, July 8, 2020

WHAT IS STUCK IN MY MIND...

We have re-opened more than a few businesses as we're returning to "nomal"--you can get your hair trimmed, even get a massage, nails polished and other beautification treatments in about twenty states but they're running out of supplies. No more hospital beds in Texas. And more than a few businesses  were told that they could now open, are re-opened, and then closed back down. 

ARE WE WE GOING TO CONTINUE EXPECTING, with announcements of the progress we've made, the pandemic crisis is subsiding?

I heard Dr. Fauci about an hour ago saying saying "WE'RE UP TO OUR KNEES IN IT NOW."
Shuddering, feeling tears fill my eyes I reply to the television image with a lackadaisical nod--, yes it's our fears about what's next........

In our fears about what's next, it could be another bout of Corona.

It could be CORONA VIRUS II.

































































haztver theresons, we ae i a crisis--taagain 

Saturday, July 4, 2020

FRANKEE AND MARK: CHAPTER ONE

Frankee lived in a cold water flat on 15th street--5th floor--six rooms she  rented out for  more or less, $9 a month. When her lover wasn’t spending the night with Martha Graham, he and Frankee slept on a folding bed they picked up for $5 at the Salvation army on 14th street.


They bathed in the kitchen sink. It was near a window.  Heating the water before their ablutions, the window glass got foggy. Praying every night to be a ballerina, she wrote  on that window “Till Death Do Me Part  I will dance” and waited until the words began to melt,, saying over and over, “Till death do me part, I will dance.”


Her lover, Sasha Liebich, legally changed his name to Mark Ryder after he danced with  Martha Graham in “Errand into the Maze.“ The NY times praised his “balon”--the height he attained as he jumped while Graham did her agonizing. That’s what it looked like to Frankee --she wasn’t a Graham fan though Mark nagged her to study with “M.G.”


Graham will love you Frankee. She’ll find your lyrical style interesting. If we were both working for her we could be together night and day and night!”  


It made sense. They were talking about marriage. He split the front room rent with Frankee, as did her very first lover, Tolly. His real name was Anatole Holt. He still visited frequently so Tolly kept clothes in her closet for $2.00 a month. 


Six feet two, handsome masculine Mark didn't seem concerned. He was in a Charisse ballet class--everyone who was anybody studied with Nenette ever since her long-legged sister Cyd Charisse got famous. Mark Ryder had a logical practical way of thinking, so Frankee headed for the next class that Martha Graham was teaching at an arty fancy place called Westbeth.  


Frankee noticed immediately how all the Graham dancers all were wearing their hair pulled back like Martha’s into a chic bun. She left hers loose. She liked to find her own way of doing things.


When Martha G herself entered she knew who Frankee was. With all eyes pinned on her, Frankee absorbed the routines, the rhythms, the emphasis on the beat, and managed to make her movements slightly, (but interestingly) a fraction ahead of the beat as if she was actually inventing the moment of the movement. 


Yuriko Kikuchi, a major leading dancer who did everything absolutely perfectly, stared.


Another Graham dancer, Helen McGee repeated the movement, again, and did it again as if  her own perfect  rendition of  the routine would sooner or later force Frankee me to do it perfectly. But new student Frankee realized she was distracting other students as well as Martha G. 


It inspired Frankee to perform the classroom routine more percussively, and lyrically,   despite the percussive emphasis that the class-accompanist gave it.


Frankee already had an idea --about a folk song, no agony, just beautiful movement, about a lady who danced with a bird in a tree. Ryder saw her working on it and liked it.  A lady named Trudy Goth, who rented a space for dancers to audition, told Frankee, “You can use my studio and showcase your idea.” 


A well known dancer, Janet Collins , a soloist at The Met Opera Ballet told Mark “ I’d love to dance it myself. “  Frankee said, “ I want to dance it on a program we might do if we become The Frankee Ryder Duo.  Mark laughed. “ It sounds better if my name is first.” 


Frankee’s feet were blistered.She pretended they were fine.  


Mark Ryder warned Frankee, someone phoned him after Frankee’s third class with the Graham Dancers.  “Your girlfriend is rocking the boat.”


“Frankee,  Don’t count on that role.  Don’t count on any roles. The New YOrk season that’s scheduled for August probably won’t happen unless someone donates more money.”


But the dancers were whispering.  Martha seemed to be upset. After Frankee’s fourth class, Martha announced,  “ We have to look for new dates.  I wanted it in the spring and now my backer says I have to wait until the winter.”
“ I can’t do that, Martha!  It has to be now. My feet.  My ankles.  The blisters. “

Martha moved to the group at the barre. Martha said, “ Frankee, the season has to be cancelled. The backer needs another ten thousand. “ 


“Tomorrow we will work on small solos in “Deaths and Entrances”.  There is a good role for you as the little girl, Frankee. ”  Your husband wants you in the season. It’s an excellent showcase for you. “ 

Carrying her things,  Frankee opened the door to the hall. “Ms. Graham,  when you know the dates for the NY season, I’ll be back in class. “


When they got to the street, Mark Ryder was furious. 


Back at the apartment, Frankee, folded up one of the folding beds and told Mark, “ I’m not a Martha Graham fan.  Her agonizing, her contortions, are wrong for me. “

“ You are wrong, Frankee”

“We need to earn money right away so I don’t have to get rent money from Mom.”


“How much does Martha pay you? “

“ It's an honor to be in her company. We don’t get paid.” 


“Mark, I’m going to get on Trudy Goth’s list.  She has paid dancers doing her workshop. 

I got an idea for a dance, a solo, something beautiful, lyrical, that suits me.
Long time ago I thought about dancing to an old English ballad, barefeet, black velvet dress, split open at the knees, so that every movement I make will be seen and sensual.



In the ballad the woman tells the bird to come down and play with me.”

 Frankee improvised around the furniture, showing Mark how she’d make the bird play with her. 


Frankee arched,  the movement became a bouree, like a ballet dancer would do on pointe.  


Mark said, “Frankee, you are wasting time.  You are not being realistic. Nobody is going to be interested in you dancing with an imaginary bird! Why not dance it with me. Make it a duet.”


Talking to the bird in the tree, in her own tone of voice, Frankee said,  “ Come down, come down you pretty little bird. “ Come down and play with me.:”  When the  bird says, No!  I won’t come down. Frankee said, “ Why , why won’t you?

I can’t come down. I won’t come down.  I can’t play with you.”

Why, why? Why can’t you.?


Daa daa da dee da da da da, 

I can’t come down, I won’t come down.

Why won’t you play with me?
If I play with you,  an ill death may you die.

I won’t die! 

 

As I pas de bouree. 

The music is going to be played by a harpist,  Eugene Bianco. He is a wonderful harpist.  And sung by a soprano. A Peter Bartok recording. 

And Tolly’s giving me the money.  He didn't pay me last month for storing his clothes.  


After I rehearse this and it's in my bones, I’ll dance it at Trudy Goths and ask her to show it to other dancers. 



Monday, February 24, 2020

BERNIE-ITIS

Bernie Sanders befuddles me. There is something about him--his tone, the look of him, the energy thats in the air  before he speaks that irritates me. Is it his over confidence? He's so sure that what he's about to say is important, that every word he utters will be heard, understood and educate me--he's  clear, articulate, and uninterruptible and very annoying. Why? He's smart and well-organized, but the more I see of him, the more I hear him, I am compelled to say to people I know as well as people I don't know that I do not want to support or follow or ever find myself voting for Bernie Sanders.

Saturday, February 1, 2020

WILL THE CULLUMS BE WATCHING DONALD TRUMP'S "HAPPY DAY" CELEBRATION?


NO DOUBT ABOUT IT --Trump was impeached and as of today. The Senate trial is officially ended  after countless hours, educated opinions, labors of the eloquent Adam Schiff, chair of the House Intelligence Committee. There have been provable headlines for two months, and 9 days.

The senate trial was a very big big deal. Will you be watching the acquittal?

Donald will probably be wearing his best blue suit, a long brilliant red tie. His fluffy hair won't have a hair out of place.  In a few years, that he was acquitted will come back, but it might haunt some of us
--that we're deleting the untrue truth. 

Donald won. He didn't lose. Crime often pays.  

Yep,  I'll watch TV tomorrow with a beer in hand. Although I need a much stronger alocholic content  to adjust to this wonderful happy great news for Donald trump.