I’ve been listening as I walk around Brooklyn. I’ve been listening in the elevator of my office building. I’ve been listening in C’s occupational and physical therapy waiting rooms. People talk. They talk to each other. They talk to themselves. People talk to train cars full of people. People talk to whoever will listen. I […]Read More More Overheard in Brooklyn
On Remsen Street: A thin kid in a St Francis College sweatshirt and some low-slung skinny jeans approaches an older, professional lady. She doesn’t see him at first, she’s having a heated convo on the cell. He speaks, inaudibly low. “Huh?” She says. He repeats his request. She pulls the cell from her ear, looks […]Read More Overheard in Brooklyn
In part 1 we talked about why Sarah Sakaan chose to create Anna Asli Suriyah (I Come from Syria), and now in part 2, we’re talking process, method, and what it’s like being an Arab American artist. Want to check out the show? Get tickets here. Want to help pay for rehearsal space? Throw some […]Read More Sarah Sakaan & Anna Asli Suriyah: Process & Method
On a beautiful afternoon in Brooklyn, I sat down with Sarah Sakaan to talk about her upcoming show, Anna Asli Suriyah. She’s developing the piece with theater company Polybe + Seats, of which she is a member. We sat on the roof of my office, Sarah brought a cheese plate, and I did something brand […]Read More Sarah Sakaan & Anna Asli Suriyah
I’ve been giving this alot of thought, or rather, I’ve been smashing my head against the walls of the box. Kobo Abe wrote a book called (translation) The Box Man, about a guy who writes his whole story inside a box. This was an actual box, which he wore over himself so no one could […]Read More The thing where you’re supposed to be in a box.
I have this old friend who says “I will not apologize for that.” It could be anything, it could be his taste in music, or ambrosia salad, could be his mid-west attitude, sometimes off-putting, always honest. “I will not apologize for that.” When I first started producing my own work, it was a bit classless […]Read More No apologies
“I tell them: you’re gonna be grown up for a long time,” she said “And it’s not that great,” I chimed in. We laughed. We were standing on the corner after morning drop off. Her kid and mine are in the same class at school. I asked her what she thought of it, and we […]Read More What about school?