Children of the future Age Reading this indignant page, Know that in a former time Love! sweet Love! was thought a crime. William Blake
Mickle Maher There Is A Happiness That Morning Is Phoenix Theatre, 414 Mason Street, San Francisco Performers: Geo Epsilanty, Valerie Façhman and Scott Baker Directed by Katja Rivera
[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer. Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
Frank Bacon grew up in San Jose and at age fourteen went to work on a sheep ranch, where he remained for three years, until he became an apprentice to a San Jose photographer.Eventually he established his own photography studio.After four years taking portraits he moved on to newspaper work with the San Jose Mercury News and a few years later he bought The Napa Reporter and later established The Mountain View Register.He tried a couple of times to run for public office, but was never elected.
Dissatisfied with newspapers and politics, he returned to San Jose and joined a stock theatre company, or in his own words: “turned respectable and became an actor.” What came next for Frank Bacon was years of drudgery in stock, repertoire and vaudeville, and seventeen years at the Alcazar Theatre in San Francisco, where played more than 700 parts during his time there. Frank Bacon’s theory of acting was explained by him in an address to the American Academy of Dramatic in 1921: “If you were to ask me what I know about acting.I would say I don’t know anything.My advice to young actors would be to learn all about acting and then forget it.I believe absolutely in naturalness—believe in yourself.”He moved on to New York after the 1906 earthquake terminated his career in San Francisco .
Fourteen years later, when Frank Bacon was 54,Lightnin’ a play he had been writing for forty years was finally produced.The production, staring himself,broke all records and eclipsed all past Broadway successes.“Lightnin’ ultimately ran in New York for three years and a day— a total of 1,291 consecutive performances. George M. Cohen called Frank Bacon America’s greatest character actor.When Lightin’ closed its Broadway runto go on the road,President Harding congratulated him; the New York mayor and United States Secretary of Labor headed a parade accompanied by the Police Band; and hundreds of actors escorted Frank Bacon to the Pennsylvania Train Station where he was presented the world’s champion belt of the playwriting and producing world.
After his death at 58 in 1922, Frank Bacon’s manager said of him: “A kindly man, of simple tastes, who gave much to the public that he served and asked little in return, Bacon was known to his friends in the profession as much for the big, human man he was as for his sterling qualities as an actor.He really died on the Saturday night when he gave his las performance— and his greatest.”
Anybody will be able to observe how much more easily a painting, and above all sculpture or architecture can be grasped in photographs than in reality. Walter Benjamin
I am a pack of nerves while waiting for the moment, and this feeling grows and grows and grows and then it explodes, it is a physical joy, a dance, space and time united. Yes, yes, yes, yes! Henri Cartier-Bresson
“We often forget that WE ARE NATURE. Nature is not something separate from us. So when we say that we have lost our connection to nature, we’ve lost our connection to ourselves.” Andy Goldsworthy
The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes. If you foolishly ignore beauty, you will soon find yourself without it. Your life will be impoverished. But if you invest in beauty, it will remain with you all the days of your life. Frank Lloyd Wright
“To Honor Surfing” Statue by Thomas Marsh Lighthouse Point, Santa Cruz.
“Our conversation changed. It usually had a busy, must-say-everything edge to it, even during the long, lazy days of waiting for waves on Tavarua. But out in the lineup, once the swells started pumping, large pools of awe seemed to collect around us, hushing us, or reducing us to code and murmurs, as though we were in church. There was too much to say, too much emotion, and therefore nothing to say.”
Cabaret Stanford Theater And Performance Studies, Roble Gym Theater
Leave your troubles outside! So life is disappointing? Forget it! In here, life is beautiful! The girls are beautiful! Even the orchestra is beautiful! The orchestra plays. Beautiful!
He who loves practice without theory is like the sailor who boards ship without a rudder and compass and never knows where he may cast. Leonardo da Vinci
Polaroid by its nature makes you frugal. You walk around with maybe two packs of film in your pocket. You have 20 shots, so each shot is a world. Patti Smith
Motion of site specific dance at Trois Bassins Réunion Island in the Indian Ocean with LINES Ballet. Captured up in the hills of the island on a sugar cane farm.
The mountains were his masters. They rimmed in life. They were the cup of reality, beyond growth, beyond struggle and death. They were his absolute unity in the midst of eternal change. Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel
I turned my eyes upon the volcano again. The “cellar” was tolerably well lighted up. For a mile and a half in front of us and half a mile on either side, the floor of the abyss was magnificently illuminated; beyond these limits the mists hung down their gauzy curtains and cast a deceptive gloom over all that made the twinkling fires in the remote corners of the crater seem countless leagues re moved – made them seem like the camp-fires of a great army far away. Here was room for the imagination to work! You could imagine those lights the width of a continent away – and that hidden under the intervening darkness were hills, and winding rivers, and weary wastes of plain and desert – and even then the tremendous vista stretched on, and on, and on! – to the fires and far beyond! You could not compass it – it was the idea, of eternity made tangible – and the longest end of it made visible to the naked eye! Mark Twain, The Sacramento Daily Union, November 16, 1866