September 30, 2014

Growing a beard for Macbeth. It never crossed my mind until I saw that I was the only male on stage without one. One fewer task in the morning.

 My student B produces a short play of stunning power and possibility. How to urge her without pushing? How to encourage without casting a shadow?

Dreams last night that I was working at or belonged to some painfully exclusive club, and labored to figure how to keep the hoi polloi out.

Rage takes up a lot of psychic room. Only battering-rams of emotion get through. Cindy Ho died on Friday.