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Night Herons on the Dock
Around 7:00 p.m. last Saturday, full dark solstice evening, we were on the dock in Newport–nicely sated on roasted garlic and Dungeness crab soup, smoked salmon salad, and Prosecco–wanting to stretch our legs and look at the fishing boats before heading back to the inn. The water was full of tiny fish: two inches long,…
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Crossing Borders on Stage on Film
Not, “on stage and film” or “in stage and film”–on the filmed stage, on stage, on film; a recorded performance. A kind of translation in space and across media. This spring, Boom Arts (in Portland) and On the Boards TV are collaborating on a series of community screenings of Amarillo, a theater piece performed by…
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Orientation: Stone Windows
alabaster window It’s orientation week, for students and visiting faculty alike. I want to say disorientation as well (notice my self-restraint–no parenthesis around the prefix, though both training and inclination leave me tempted to ask a word to be its opposite even as it is defined, greedily hoping to hold ambivalence and precision in the…