Artifact

 

May 4, 2026

The terrible anniversary.

Rabbit playing in the yard. 

Vivaldi issuing somehow from the computer. 

So fed up by operations in the choir that I left service early yesterday, assuming nobody observed. 

But afterwards through crystalline spring light to the BeBe for my second look at Purification. Parked on Ravenscroft, walking through a lovely idyllic neighborhood right against downtown. The play seemed better to me the second time. Only part of that was a better performance by the actors; the rest was that I, like an ordinary audience member, was making connections and feeling resonances that passed me by the first time, perhaps overwhelmed by anxiety. I wept when Anna was shot. I picked out threads weaving through the work that others had praised but I’d failed to notice the first night. A couple from Johnson City said they had seen all my plays done by the Sublime, and this was the best. It’s still odd to me– after many re-affirmations– that a work I created can be so mysterious to me. The artifact is wiser than the artificer.