“The very instant I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides
To make me slave to it.
― William Shakespeare
From my old journal, The Daily Epiphany, Tuesday, July 17, 2001 (exactly twenty years ago):
Stuff dreams are made on
I had a long couple days at work so I thought I’d reward myself with an evening of free Shakespeare. Candy was able to make arrangements to help her get all the kids to all the places they needed to go. So I was free to take off.
I stopped by the grocery store and bought a salad from the salad bar (make it yourself, 2.99 a pound, little black plastic bowl with clear lid, plastic silverware that I slipped into my pocket instead of the bowl – to save weight) some yogurt, a Mistic Zotics (Mozambique Marula Fruit), and finally – a bottle of Sobe (pink Lizard Fuel – Strawberry and Banana).
The preplay festivities had the clown-players embarrassing as many folks in the crowd as possible. The high point was when three of them were juggling and a member of the audience walked up, pulled three hackysacks from his pockets and joined in.
Tonight is the Tempest and it starts in a half hour or so. I’m full of food and drowsy now so I think I’ll stretch out on my Barney Blanket and nod off for awhile.
The play begins.
This production has the most important features for a successful Tempest – nasty-lookin’ babes and skimpy outfits.
I like how they do the storm – the chorus whips a green parachute into violent waves while the actors stand up in holes through the fabric.
And today’s flash fiction:
from Selcouth Station