tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63518413628999839122024-02-22T03:13:19.861-08:00BooKimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-16728251922973529132010-12-05T12:30:00.000-08:002010-12-05T12:30:59.983-08:00Blew Up My HeadI'm feeling grateful for this class, without which, I would have never blogged or created a website.<br />
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I'm thinking beyond this week that I'll remove the homework posts and keep the ghost ones and try to encourage people to send me ghost stories to post or to comment on these stories with their own similarly archetypal experience.<br />
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Ever seen a ghost?Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-32187685563043975972010-12-05T12:22:00.000-08:002010-12-05T12:26:22.312-08:00The Dead Wife ReturnsHere's another bit o' rocking good ghost folklore from <em>Dredging the Choptank</em>:<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">A magnificent bit of flood folklore from the southern </span><span style="font-family: Baskerville,Baskerville; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Baskerville,Baskerville; font-size: small;">end of Dorchester County in Hoopersville, a town on the southern chain of Dorchester islands, tells the wild tale of a very wet internment right before the storm surge of Hurricane Hazel.</span></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Baskerville,Baskerville; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Baskerville,Baskerville; font-size: small;">An old fisherman had just buried his wife of many years in the family plot next to their house by a creek. As a fast and violent hurricane whipped the storm surge up over the family plot and to the steps of his groaning house, the grieving fisherman was convinced that his friends would come to rescue him, and, indeed, in middle of the howling wind, he heard a knocking at the door. He opened the door and there was his wife’s coffin, floating on the rising floodwaters, its lid loose and the water holding her up in a seated position. The water fanned out her hair and lifted one arm out to the fisherman. She had found her way back home. Feeling the house rock on its foundation, the old fisherman grabbed onto the coffin as his home sunk under the waves, and he rode the flood in the coffin with his dead wife until morning when he landed on high ground several miles away.</span></span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Baskerville,Baskerville; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Baskerville,Baskerville; font-size: small;">In [Thomas] Flowers’ version, the old man ditched his wife’s body and rode the coffin alone. In the <span style="font-family: Baskerville,Baskerville; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Baskerville,Baskerville; font-size: small;"><em>Chesapeake Book of the Dead</em></span></span><span style="font-size: small;">, the old fisherman is an old woman.</span><br />
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Dead deer at Blackwater Refuge, Dorchester County. Hoopersville is just south of there.Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-21902939566005611432010-12-05T12:11:00.000-08:002010-12-05T12:13:01.173-08:00The Legend of Big LizHere's my favorite Dorchester County legend from <em>Dredging the Choptank:</em><br />
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<dir><dir><i><span style="font-size: small;">During the Civil War, Big Liz’s plantation owner, John Austin, forced her to bury some ill-gotten, Confederate booty in the densely-thicketed Green Briar Swamp. After she dug the treasure’s watery hole, he decapitated her, and she still haunts the marsh and guards his abandoned gold. According to local legend, the treasure’s still buried in the swamp. If you drive to the DeCoursey bridge, honk your horn and flash your headlights, then the wind will blow, and you’ll soon hear her shuffling step. The car engine will stall as she limps into view, shoulders stooped, cradling her head in her arms, her eyes glowing. You’re trapped, frozen, and can’t move as she draws closer and closer.</span></i></dir><dir><br />
<span style="font-family: Baskerville,Baskerville; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Baskerville,Baskerville; font-size: small;"><em>"A swamp monster. That’s more like it," I said. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBPY8uuUDhQpLc6iCHkQ1khLIu6hmG8nHhUdIQ1z_dgAgr1KPdodC_4fCfx2taEnHqhINi1et5wy0osz8Bb7mtcNuSki_z5P_kJR3DZayKvOw2cYXBrcIwpEKvLpIRqij4MD8JKsQsO9H/s1600/back+of+Blackwater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><em><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBPY8uuUDhQpLc6iCHkQ1khLIu6hmG8nHhUdIQ1z_dgAgr1KPdodC_4fCfx2taEnHqhINi1et5wy0osz8Bb7mtcNuSki_z5P_kJR3DZayKvOw2cYXBrcIwpEKvLpIRqij4MD8JKsQsO9H/s320/back+of+Blackwater.jpg" width="256" /></em></a></div>Blackwater Refuge that backs up against the Green Briar Swamp, Dorchester County, Maryland</dir></dir>Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-85763603289975623152010-12-01T08:01:00.000-08:002010-12-01T08:01:47.036-08:00Different POV RulesHey writers!<br />
So, here's another rumination: why can POV switch in film but not in short story? I was watching <em>The Quiet Man</em> (and I love that film) but the priest Ward Bond kicks off the story with a voiceover but when Shawn Thorton (John Wayne) sees Mary Kate Danaher for the first time, the camera switches to his perspective.<br />
Is it because film has the great asset of the visual? It's easier for a viewer to understand a perspective jump in film than reading it in story?Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-25096832061475443502010-12-01T07:48:00.000-08:002010-12-01T07:48:26.289-08:00Blog DirectionalsHey bloggers! What directionals we use in language is a reflection of how a culture orients itself in the world. When referring in one post to an older post on the same blog, does one say the older post is <em>below? Underneath?</em><br />
I did figure out how to internally link between posts but it's an interesting thought. Is this post <em>above </em>the Thanksgiving post?Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-13802886419475353382010-11-25T11:32:00.000-08:002010-11-25T11:32:18.148-08:00ThanksgivingFeeling thankful that:<br />
<ul><li>I'm sentient -- I wake up with a brain and know that I have a brain</li>
<li>it rains here and there's oxygen and gravity</li>
<li>I hear music in the SC Performing Arts Theater</li>
<li>I program arts</li>
<li>my parents are alive</li>
<li>we will eat well today</li>
<li>we all have homes and I can do laundry inside mine and there's running water and electricity</li>
<li>we use language and it pours out of me</li>
<li>I lived once with my great grandmother</li>
<li>I can sing and walk</li>
<li>I have awesome friends -- see <a href="http://mysuperartfriends.blogspot.com/">http://mysuperartfriends.blogspot.com/</a></li>
<li>I stand up</li>
<li>I express</li>
<li>I vote</li>
<li>I can drive to Pennsylvania and don't need a passport -- I am free to move about the country</li>
<li>I am published</li>
<li>I don't have the flu</li>
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I'm sure there's more . . .Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-36937195564518349302010-11-25T11:15:00.000-08:002010-11-25T11:15:06.843-08:00Night Mirror<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">After I read a section of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dredging the Choptank</i> to UB honor students, I asked the group about their ghost experiences.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Adjunct Christina Ralls told a story of seeing a man in her bathroom mirror at night when she was a child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s been afraid to look in the night mirror since then.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Two nights ago, I was surprised in my darkened bedroom by a pale blue triangle of light that was centered on the altar between the window and the vanity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The light had no obvious source.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stood in front of the oval vanity mirror, rooted, puzzled. No beams slanted in from the dim backyard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The altar seemed lit from underneath by a gentle indigo light.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then I noticed my own image in front of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was me but the room and its furniture were not behind me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Surrounding my image was black, black, black velvety darkness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My image was brightly lit, again with no obvious source, and that white light didn’t bleed into the blackness around it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Startled, I moved aside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t look again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When I was five, when we moved into the house in Lutherville, I had a game with the mirror on the back of my parents’ bedroom door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told my mother that the girl in the mirror was a different girl than me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think the girl in the mirror broke away and moved differently than my body at least once.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s blurry.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">One of the rules of Feng shui is don’t position your bed so you can see yourself sleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The house at night can be scary and mirrors are portals.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfHoqAVpuhEzkzoqCCfemcmwpDQxy9v7utY25qCuCeMd1wFWp8VRu9YB3tU-eDL0SWNkFLClPtvDoPn68U9EvW6MxSL97-vxdl4OughFuXlb-6c1D-_pExR6tWD-U-Cct09xPKDNf0NLY/s1600/mirror.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfHoqAVpuhEzkzoqCCfemcmwpDQxy9v7utY25qCuCeMd1wFWp8VRu9YB3tU-eDL0SWNkFLClPtvDoPn68U9EvW6MxSL97-vxdl4OughFuXlb-6c1D-_pExR6tWD-U-Cct09xPKDNf0NLY/s320/mirror.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-59093228894121075752010-11-21T15:13:00.000-08:002010-11-21T15:13:14.760-08:00Mystery of the FlipI've been filming the Y-Art interviews with three Flip video cameras. They're easy to manipulate and interviewees are not intimidated by their slight handheld case but they suffer from a paucity of consistency. One new one is driven by double A batteries; one by triple A. Supposed to hold an hour of video, after I emptied my HD Flip of its first interviews its status read: 18 minutes left. And during the next interview it flashed low battery and shut down, not saving the video shot up to that point. The older Flip imports AVI files to my PC at home but won't at the Mac in lab. My newer HD Flip only imported audio files on my home PC so I can only access those at the lab. <br />
I need a flow chart.Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-21600462865336093382010-11-17T16:09:00.000-08:002010-11-17T16:09:59.267-08:00!?Y-Art?! is Up!My final project/blog focusing on the justification of art is up, and I posted 4 interviews so far: Jimi Kinstle, Gregg Wilhelm, Kendra Kopelke and Peter Toran. Three more to edit: Simon Fong, Joe Dennison and Todd Mion. Interviewing and filming nine more on Friday: Joan Weber, Marianne Angelella, Lisa Mion, Christine Demuth, Anthony Scimonelli, Raine Bode, John Wilson and Robert Hitz. Phew. <br />
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Take a look <a href="http://mysuperartfriends.blogspot.com/">!?Y-Art?!</a> and discuss.Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-82648941893488244562010-11-15T16:05:00.000-08:002010-11-15T16:05:31.102-08:00Jimi of all TradesIt took a half an hour to upload and the quality might be grainy but here's the Jimi Kinstle !?Y-Art?! interview. Jimi is the artistic director of Pumpkin Theatre, the president of the Baltimore Theatre Alliance, an actor, director, dancer, choreographer, founding member of the Flying Tongues improv group, the list goes on . . .<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwNIxezAkVubFcdaH2_7bdliU234pEQV0To1zZPw81nzqUD1EYtFqMLAiYxqHXIbPF9gxm4zaveOn8hxbr1tg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-75442612091117425312010-11-15T07:13:00.000-08:002010-11-15T07:13:10.372-08:00Technical challengesAre we not learning in grad school that mistakes are part of the process and the learning experience?<br />
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Tried to upload the Jimi Kinstle interview on this blog yesterday and received an error message. It's a 6:43 minute interview in M4V format. I created that file in iMovies from the Flip AVI re-formatted in mp4. Could it be a format issue? A PC (at home) vs. Mac issue? <br />
My Flipcam imports differently with PC than with Mac. In PC land, it'll only transfer audio files. In Mac, a whole different screen comes up and I can grab the video files but they're harder to name. Argh.<br />
Will try today to upload Jimi interview from Mac.<br />
Might also be a size issue. Is 6:43 minutes too long for the web anyway?Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-69056948718781171242010-11-14T11:32:00.000-08:002010-11-14T11:32:00.785-08:00Haunted Cable<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">From Dredging the Choptank:</span></div><div class="Pa6" style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Batang;"><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville;">I was working tech theatre at Essex Community College in Baltimore and standing at the fly rail backstage during a performance of Camelot. A thick, black, lighting cable had slipped and hung in a long heavy loop, blocking the offstage exit of one of the castle units. The tech crew waited in the wings to roll the castle units offstage in a complicated scene change, and Beck, our beloved production manager, stood beside me. </span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville;"></span></span></div><div class="Pa6" style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Batang;"><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville;">“Go tell Eric that we’re going to have dress that cable before we can clear the castle,” he said. Then he slowly put his hand on my arm. ”No, wait, you don’t have to.” </span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville;"></span></span></div><div class="Pa6" style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt; text-indent: 0.25in;"><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville;"><span style="font-family: Batang;">Rumor in the tech staff was that Beck was a warlock; maybe because he sported a long ponytail and could rip through lumber like butter. I don’t know about his religious leanings, but he saw the darkness coming before I did, a moving darkness darker than offstage, gathering around the cable, not really lifting it, but pushing it up, up over the edge of the castle. All the crew techs saw it, and shook their heads, as if their eyes would work better after the shaking.</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="Pa3" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville;"><span style="font-family: Batang;">“There could be a logical explanation,” said Joe.</span></span></div><div class="Pa3" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville;"><span style="font-family: Batang;">“Maybe, but what?” I asked. “No one was up in the fly area. We all saw the darkness lift the cable up. What could that be?”</span></span></div><div class="Pa3" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville;"><span style="font-family: Batang;">“Precisely,” he said finally. “I said could.”</span></span></div><div class="Pa3" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville;"><span style="font-family: Batang;">“Maybe we want to believe the illogical because we want to believe the illogical,” I rambled. “But all of us together, having a group halluncination?”</span></span></div><div class="Pa3" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville;"><span style="font-family: Batang;">“Isn’t there a hospital right next to Essex?” Joe asked.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="Pa3" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Baskerville;"><span style="font-family: Batang;">Essex Community College is adjacent to Franklin Square Hospital, and some of its theatre department folklore recounts the recently hospitalized dead visiting the stage. A good percentage of the theatrical family believes in ghosts. We’re open to that sort of thing. In one theory, that belief is the reason that ghosts reveal themselves to us. </span></span></div><div class="Pa3" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.25in;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fOLPzU5CgqKeCDcUZXk1rRZ0g4Dor4AvnVzblXDSAqo8yRQe3zo6xkkEJ82ov8Aen0SjbVpqMobBdaXCcUniRYljHuW9QZjeCf-seYnPVi-Br6Xr1mlTtbeaxQ-hmkU1O9gLxep8nkuU/s1600/Idylls_of_the_King.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fOLPzU5CgqKeCDcUZXk1rRZ0g4Dor4AvnVzblXDSAqo8yRQe3zo6xkkEJ82ov8Aen0SjbVpqMobBdaXCcUniRYljHuW9QZjeCf-seYnPVi-Br6Xr1mlTtbeaxQ-hmkU1O9gLxep8nkuU/s320/Idylls_of_the_King.jpg" width="243" /></a></div>Gustave Dore's illustration of Lord Alfred Tennyson's Idylls of the King, 1868Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-54352431557432526952010-11-14T11:29:00.000-08:002010-11-14T11:29:11.948-08:00Thanks for all the Fish<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tomorrow I adopt a betta fish that’s been in the Earth Project art installation since September.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This fish’s other option is the Patapsco.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m oddly looking forward to its silent, circling company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I might call it Aggie after Agatha Christie since the art installation was a little like her <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ten Little Indians.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m an omnivore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Can I still eat swordfish in the house with a betta swimming in the living room?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There’re betta blogs where betta art is posted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How far am I from that?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_WiCVHjhFBE-Mn1D-LRMbVAIAzc1JGXgpvS_96hX_fq4BHOF3K2XwfAZZb0bvDLpEPgWCC3W5Si8zGjAcYSWoBm1i1ZLLmY87S-3i2GQQHeAPI3vaB20XWAKfsa0GGURLn-1icen5HyaN/s1600/fish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_WiCVHjhFBE-Mn1D-LRMbVAIAzc1JGXgpvS_96hX_fq4BHOF3K2XwfAZZb0bvDLpEPgWCC3W5Si8zGjAcYSWoBm1i1ZLLmY87S-3i2GQQHeAPI3vaB20XWAKfsa0GGURLn-1icen5HyaN/s1600/fish.jpg" /></a></div>Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-2568046260011378722010-11-07T14:59:00.000-08:002010-11-07T14:59:05.236-08:0011/1/10 Freewriting on What do you express?<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What comes out of us as art?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is it emotion somehow transferred, memory, ideas, projections? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I wrote a screenplay for Simon in exchange for his website work and software loading help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had filmed footage of two friends walking through Mount Royal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He told me what he had filmed and the key words that he had in mind for the male voiceover.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then we watched the footage as I wrote on a pad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t hear Simon although he sat right behind me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He seemed far away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He stopped talking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I typed up my notes, printed it and watched the footage with it, speaking it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I made one more revision the following day but basically it was done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt dizzied as if I had returned from a great distance.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“It was just, like, bleh,” Simon said, making a barfing motion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“That just flowed out of you.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was unstoppable.</span></div>Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-51780330614453825952010-11-07T14:55:00.000-08:002010-11-07T14:55:56.183-08:00?!Y-Art?! Blog Content Thoughts<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ll interview six super art friends on Tuesday and one on Wednesday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve been wondering if I should ask them to sign a release that states:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the interview will be posted on YouTube and on a blog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked super art friend Todd that question and he reminded me that I write contracts for friends who are designing or directing at UB.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once I have some video content, I can create the blog.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ll definitely use a different blogspot template than this one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe the one Kari used. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Maybe one of the Baltimore City murals should be the header photo but I’d have to give artist credit and find their name.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have to compose the introduction:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>something, like, Jenny made me do this or grad school is a great excuse for crazy projects with one’s super art friends.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I suppose I could migrate some freewriting posts from this blog to the ?!Y-Art?! blog.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m going to post video on the blog so I thought I’d test below.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I shot this video of a kid dancing in front of the Penn Station sculpture on a windy day.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dycKoi9GecSMw3NB1jtDm8qAApnHZ7a78FEN8Ox72asMMGiiBhGY05V7NHJBS2fPUtmF3dUi6XQQ-04HIOUKw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-53582761534016564182010-11-06T10:34:00.000-07:002010-11-06T10:34:55.408-07:00Phantom phone<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In June of this year, I was trimming the bushes by the garage with the garage door open and the phone rang.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had removed the old rotary phone from the garage to put it in inside the house in the upstairs hall when the old one there had broke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I stood next to the shelf, staring at the telephone wire, hearing the absent old phone ring its ancient clang.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It wasn’t physically possible what I was experiencing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Focused and straining to listen, I tried to place the sound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It seemed to be coming from the connector box but there’s no bell in that little box and certainly not a ringer that sounds like a rotary phone.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Was the ringing leftover energy?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Does the beginning have no end?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is old dead Tom the previous owner who installed the line giving me a call?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How do I answer?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghaVBtmpitzH7YhGnfc1M_3RiXRaealQLvsePW1jr8dDhsSiG3vzuEkREpum9MCmh_oEtj4HIRJydnJrZ9HtyvMV_wCHzcLNQ0N6IKmNBtNXYAaly2jYouHpYEeY8zfshbAh_Gm4VsrAWb/s1600/garagefon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghaVBtmpitzH7YhGnfc1M_3RiXRaealQLvsePW1jr8dDhsSiG3vzuEkREpum9MCmh_oEtj4HIRJydnJrZ9HtyvMV_wCHzcLNQ0N6IKmNBtNXYAaly2jYouHpYEeY8zfshbAh_Gm4VsrAWb/s320/garagefon.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-26480055974555837892010-10-31T14:29:00.000-07:002010-10-31T14:29:11.116-07:00Phantom perfumes<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the last two hours of my grandmother’s life, I discovered that she was drenched in sweat and so I powdered her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a Avon floral powder that she kept by her chair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I smelled that powder on my hands off and on for years, sometimes when I needed her but not always.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Haunted scents lace folklore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know a man who lives in a house that used to belong to a smoker.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He has sealed the walls and cleaned the rugs and years have gone by but every once in a while at night he smells cigarette smoke on the way back from the bathroom.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div>Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-88601377409856067952010-10-31T14:24:00.000-07:002010-10-31T14:24:51.915-07:00Freewriting on How Does Art Change the World?<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">10/29/10, 5 minutes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have seen theatre change the world, change little pieces of the world, little pieces of lives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve seen that confidence in facing a challenge make a person stand taller.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My docu-play One Particular Saturday told high school students and college students the stories of the Baltimore Race Riots in 1968.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The student actors returned to rehearsal the second night and said my mother or my grandmother or my aunt remembers tanks rolling down Harford Road and they had never told me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Art tells history and heals wounds by opening up dialogue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Laramie Project will begin a dialogue about hate crimes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laramie will remind the audience of its empathy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Studies prove that theatre develops empathy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps because we feel along with the characters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps because we’re in the middle of group art and have to rely upon each other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t we daily have to rely upon each other?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">10/31/10 1 minute</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know Victorian London because of Oliver and Charles Dickens.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know World War II because of the Sound of Music.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know the Russian Revolution because of Dr. Zhavigo.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I want to spell check Zhavago.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Do you edit blog content or freewrite like above?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div>Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-1220990448686589992010-10-29T18:25:00.000-07:002010-10-29T18:25:34.761-07:00!?Y-Art?! QuestionsI've been brainstorming on questions to ask my super art friends in the video interviews of my final project. Here's the ones I have so far. Please, feel free to wrestle with one of them. They're big and rolling around the circuits of my brain. I'm going to start freewriting on them. <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Why art?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Why not art?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">How does it make you feel?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">How does it change the world?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Does it change the world?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What is social justice theater?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What do colors feel like?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What does sound smell like?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">How do you express?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What do you express?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What does it mean to express?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">How do all your expressions feel outside your body?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What do they become then?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Do words have legs?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Can dancers paint?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Do we have one best means of expression?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Can everyone express?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Is everyone an artist?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Is everyone a story?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What does theater do?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What does playing an instrument do?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Why do we strive?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What is the difference between a sculptor and a pianist?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Is there a difference between a sculptor and a pianist?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Is the gift inherent?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEam7styDoHiKto-IfV6H-NQTEcN0Hn2YsmnbImaJZ6DqotSjgcir4TCvm4NLgVEhUg93e0doeUrxbJtSv0t__IIh7yokc-SMkNIK-Hun0HRyREUCMD6wbXESSVYNF6JWoawi6l2i4yqrC/s1600/babesintoy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEam7styDoHiKto-IfV6H-NQTEcN0Hn2YsmnbImaJZ6DqotSjgcir4TCvm4NLgVEhUg93e0doeUrxbJtSv0t__IIh7yokc-SMkNIK-Hun0HRyREUCMD6wbXESSVYNF6JWoawi6l2i4yqrC/s1600/babesintoy.jpg" /></a></div>Me in Babes in Toyland in Baltimore Actors Theatre in the late1970s. When we all tap danced together, that was art.Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-2643201356563569242010-10-24T21:02:00.000-07:002010-10-24T21:02:04.361-07:00Story boardingI story-boarded the !?What is Art?! video project on sketch paper to track flow, write text and determine which images I needed to load on the flash drive. I drove around town, filming and photographing on Saturday and will definitely use this image:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUE7QIX2cRBsZcbfmKH6fDmgCFtbfVG64EPXVBFqa0HXasHM9hjJbHoUEkRvJuMULY_zcFl2A3E1_718gvdOLofsk9nh7phwkl8YFbC5u4sxTqW_xd1H7P9X4HlarkhVs1E0HT0jOXurr/s1600/northave.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUE7QIX2cRBsZcbfmKH6fDmgCFtbfVG64EPXVBFqa0HXasHM9hjJbHoUEkRvJuMULY_zcFl2A3E1_718gvdOLofsk9nh7phwkl8YFbC5u4sxTqW_xd1H7P9X4HlarkhVs1E0HT0jOXurr/s320/northave.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I hope I can access the video footage -- I emailed the Sony HD file to myself and burnt two others on DVD+R. I can plug in the Flipcam in the lab to access those files but they're AVI and I'm a little baffled on how to convert those all to MPeg4 for IMovies.<br />
I tried to upload some Flipcam AVI footage here and after Blogspot thought about it for 20 minutes, I got a message saying there was an error. What format should it be in?<br />
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</div>Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-43515346554788951382010-10-24T10:15:00.000-07:002010-10-24T10:15:05.429-07:00Typography rehearsalI want to use our Monday video project as a rehearsal for EPub's final project. For the final project, I'm going to interview my Super Art Friends, asking them Why Art and name it !?Y-Art?! (Lately I've been very fond of exclammation points.) So, I collected stills and video clips and want to address the other Big Question: What is Art? <br />
Below are some typography samples. I am leaning towards Bauhaus.<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Harrington; font-size: 72pt; line-height: 115%;">!?Y-Art?!</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">In Harrington</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Earwig Factory'; font-size: 72pt; line-height: 115%;">!?Y-Art?!</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Earwig Factory';">In Earwig Factory</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Blue Highway Linocut'; font-size: 72pt; line-height: 115%;">!?Y-Art?!</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Blue Highway Linocut';">In Blue Highway Linocut</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Bauhaus 93'; font-size: 72pt; line-height: 115%;">!?Y-Art?!</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Bauhaus 93';">In Bauhaus 93</span></div><span style="font-family: 'Bauhaus 93'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br clear="all" style="page-break-before: always;" /></span><br />
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Can we insert Word and/or InDesign files to iMovies? I'd love to use fonts that iMovies doesn't have.Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-53095280501635528272010-10-24T10:04:00.000-07:002010-10-24T10:04:17.970-07:00Pinned<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I lived in the top floor of this house on Cathedral Street in Mount Vernon years ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I loved my apartment; it was light, airy and circular but walking down the basement stairs made my chest tight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I suspected that something horrible had happened in a little red rectangle of a room at the base of the steps.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My second year there, I awoke to the horrible sense that something else was in my bedroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The air was cold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The something else could smell me, smell my fear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could hear it breathe, ragged and gulping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It pinned me to the mattress; I couldn’t move my arms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Gathering all my strength, I rose up and reached for my bedside lamp.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I read the Bible to make it go away or to make my fear go away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is there a difference? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Book of John or not, it returned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some nights it whispered gibberish into my ears, some long forgotten language.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It did not follow me to my house in Hamilton when I moved.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ghost folklore is riddled with stories of the living awaking to a cold presence that pins them to the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Are we more accessible in sleep?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My friend Korinne told me to surround myself with light every night just before I fall.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqI6MSY0Icp60ubz1s7P-Qt6YXh_mdHWJ-kild7CAgVGdufoOjRZ_d6BGi-4H9-qNhdMU80fzy83cBcPi5O_dIf4-FG6WDZAQ5BEE3OmndpUToWPDmV2udCFaXIcElW5doFBVUDWG5-OL/s1600/cathedralst.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqI6MSY0Icp60ubz1s7P-Qt6YXh_mdHWJ-kild7CAgVGdufoOjRZ_d6BGi-4H9-qNhdMU80fzy83cBcPi5O_dIf4-FG6WDZAQ5BEE3OmndpUToWPDmV2udCFaXIcElW5doFBVUDWG5-OL/s320/cathedralst.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-10676399981745952352010-10-17T12:24:00.000-07:002010-10-17T12:24:05.608-07:00A teaching momentI taught a series of playwriting workshops at Roland Park Country School over the past couple weeks. One of the 8 amazingly smart kids in the class is a German exchange student. She's so brave, 17, here for a semester and living with a host family. She's quiet and blonde and sweet and English is not her first language. She was confused during freewriting and clearly worried about writing a ten minute short play in English. We workshopped hers last and she was nervous as a cat. But her play was brilliant, a scary little story about two people trapped in an old man's basement. When she realized that we loved it, she clapped her hand over her mouth to hold all the joy. She almost cried. I almost cried. <br />
So, thanks, Anika, for reminding me to face my fears and showing me how beautiful teaching can be.Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-60211874031908364202010-10-13T17:48:00.000-07:002010-10-13T17:48:29.668-07:00Living room Ghost<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I woke up once, sitting on the end of my couch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had fallen asleep watching some television.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I started, sitting up straight and opening my eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was alone in the house but the figure of a man walked by me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I shook my head clear and he was gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was an older man, white, wearing a plaid shirt and khaki pants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He walked with purpose between the end of the couch and the side table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wasn’t even looking at me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My friend Korinne once awoke in the living room and saw an older white man sitting in my arts and crafts rocker.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was appalled but she said he looked happy to be there.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Two owners ago, before the Tom the truck driver and his family, the Taylors, a white couple and their son, lived in the house. The husband was a tin man, sold siding and formstone .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His company covered the shingle house with formstone; there’s a plaque on the southwest corner to prove it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The husband died first and the old woman lived alone before she died, so said Tom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They had cats.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Is Mr. Taylor stuck in the living room?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is he waiting for friends to drop by?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So much history is lost.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQT_pA7btx6jMF8PLK8LiNlPKYDMZMP4QLu6xixA30Ck2kawcJ1Qt1ymMiu59m3eZPY-jblji1AZ-YfL3InHoKpuxe3C58fVChyvOJr1oMch-p4p8YH0rZlzwcULriXEvRLXoaMKIjzkP/s1600/livingrm.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQT_pA7btx6jMF8PLK8LiNlPKYDMZMP4QLu6xixA30Ck2kawcJ1Qt1ymMiu59m3eZPY-jblji1AZ-YfL3InHoKpuxe3C58fVChyvOJr1oMch-p4p8YH0rZlzwcULriXEvRLXoaMKIjzkP/s320/livingrm.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>Kimberley Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992695263340221948noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351841362899983912.post-53216252457509529432010-10-13T09:11:00.000-07:002010-10-13T09:11:58.134-07:00Folklore in HistoryI read last night at the Red Canoe Bookstore in Lauraville. I read the beginning of Chapter 3 from <em>Dredging the Choptank</em> that tracks the protagonist's first visit to the Dorchester Arts Council and her experience with the upstairs hall ghost. I wonder if I should read that section because it's so laced with context of Maryland history, xenophobia and the difference between the Eastern Shore and the Mainland. I had trimmed history from early texts per my publisher's suggestion but I have a hard time separating folklore (the stories of a people) from its historic context (the story of a people).<br />
A woman at the reading talked about Gettysburg ghosts and how their stories gave her a better view into our collective past.<br />
This story is from the book: I asked my friend Terri the difference between a historian and a folklorist and she said, "A tie."<br />
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