“When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.” Lear spoke these words outdoors, and hearing them outdoors recently made me shiver. The actor playing Lear said these words in gathering darkness on the bank of the Hudson River. It was so chilly some of the audience wrappedContinue reading “Stage of Fools”
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Will and Grace
Last week I wrote about the experience of being lost in the woods around the Garrison Institute on the banks of the Hudson. Someone commented that I were never truly lost, and this is true: we wandered just far enough off trail to have a nerve-tingling, sense-heightening experience of waking up from the dream ofContinue reading “Will and Grace”