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Saturday, October 21, 2006

When you ask how I've been here without you
I'd like to say I've been fine and I do.
But we both know the truth is hard to come by
And if I told the truth, that's not quite true

Some days are diamond some days are stone
Sometimes the hard times won't leave me alone
Sometimes a cold wind blows a chill in my bones
Some days are diamond some days are stone.

Now the face that I see in my mirror
More and more is a stranger to me
More and more I can see there's a danger
In becoming what I never thought I'd be

Some days are diamond some days are stone
Sometimes the hard times won't leave me alone
Sometimes a cold wind blows a chill in my bones
Some days are diamond some days are stone

~~ John Denver

New Gold

The wind so wild last night and this morning that most of the new gold has been blown from the Sweetgums, and is scattered like handfulls of gold coins across the green grass.

Speaking of bears....

The bear was, I think, his most important totem. I'm wearing his Zuni turquoise bear (the one he never took off, except for hospital stays)(I've worn it since September 9). I gave him a bear skull for his birthday. He wept. And placed it on his altar. He said it finished the altar. The last thing. It's the only thing on the altar that will not go back to West Virginia with me. It is now Greg's.

This is a dancing bear from http://www.bearsonbroadway.com/ (click title) a cancer support project in Canada. And so, I think, especially fitting here. . . .

He'd owned three motorcycles in the past, and was longing for another. For me, a surprising footnote, even though I knew he was a diverse, huge character. . . .

Friday, October 20, 2006

It was a dark and stormy night. . . .

Well, it *was,* in every sense . . .

But still sobering to find one's self on the same page as Bulwer-Lytton. . . .

Woke this morning, with my heart hurting. Literally. Not major angina. Prolly not really angina at all. Just a tight achy feeling. Need to go take the hawthorne. Last night in our bed. Move on. Right. As if you had a choice.

Small rain. Feels perfect for the day: The NYC lovebug crew is arriving soon to help pack up. I know it has to be done, but it hurts. And today, the real change begins. . . .

Thursday, October 19, 2006

It is a legend at the Players Club that the god of all the arts once whispered into the ear of the young Edwin Booth, and this is what he said:

"I shall give you hunger, and pain, and sleepless nights. Also beauty and satisfactions known to few, and glimpses of the heavenly life. None of these shall you have continually, and of their coming and going you shall not be foretold."

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I found this quote in several places among Edwin's papers, and so know he loved it. It describes his life. . . .

I would add: Nor is this untrue of poets' lives . . . .

But. . . . . no lies. clicky

I'm Sorry

It's cold here in the city, it always seems that way,

and I've been thinking about you almost every day.

Thinking about the good times, thinking about the rain.

Thinking about how bad it feels alone again.

I'm sorry for the way things are in China, I'm sorry things
ain't what they used to be.

More than anything else, I'm sorry for myself 'cause you're not
here with me.

Our friends all ask about you, I say you're doing fine. I expect
to hear from you almost anytime.

They all know I'm crying, and I can't sleep at night. They all
know I'm dying down deep inside.

I'm sorry for all the lies I told you, I'm sorry for the things
I didn't say.

But more than anything else, I'm sorry for myself. I can't
believe you went away.

I'm sorry if I took some things for granted, I'm sorry for the
chains I put on you.

But more than anything else, I'm sorry for myself for living
without you.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

In a few minutes it will be the 19th. The day they are turning the cable off. I don't know when, but when they do, I won't be back online till I get back to WV, prolly the middle of next week. So enjoy the dancing till I get back.

Love you all. You've been life savers, and that is the trooth.

xox

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

I'll always remember the song they were playing,
The first time we danced and I knew.
As we swayed to the music and held to each other,
I fell in love with you.
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
Would you be my partner in bed every night?
When we're together it feels so right,
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

I'll always remember that magic moment,
When I held you close to me.
As we moved together, I knew, forever,
You're all I'll ever need.

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
Would you be my partner every night?
When we're together it feels so right,
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
Would you be my partner every night?
When we're together it feels so right,
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

On Golden Pond

photo credit: listener

To: drillingcompany@aol.com
Subject: Edwin Owens

Hi, I am Dylan Perlman, twelve years old, from the cast of On Golden Pond. I would just like to tell you about how kind and helpful Edwin was. On Golden Pond was my first national tour, so I was very homesick at some points. Edwin helped me through that by being extremely welcoming to my mom and me. We had a great relationship, and I'm very glad that I got to know him. We had a great day at the Minnesota State Fair, especially on the log ride. Edwin and I were the two who didn't get that wet. We had a lot of great times like that. I remember all the times we ran lines together. Whenever I think of Norman's lines I hear Edwin's voice in my head. He was really a great man, who loved to help others. In the few weeks I knew Edwin I really got to know him well. I apologize that I couldn't come today. Unfortunately circumstances don't allow me to come out from Seaford, Long Island. I wish I could've come to the memorial for an amazing man.

Dylan

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Edwin had talked to me about this young actor. He was looking forward to working on Shakespeare with him. He also had a wonderful day at the Minnesota State Fair with Dylan and his mom, and Shadoe (whom Dylan was standing in for) and his mom.

In going through his papers, I've found so many letters from the children in his shows. He clearly treated them with great respect, which they, as clearly, felt.

Beyond that, I watched him take under his wing (with great delight!) the young actors he played with. It was very important to him that theatre continued to be peopled with actors of talent and mission rather than *Stars* ~~ and he was willing and eager to help them in any way he could.

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