A STAMP OF APPROVAL FROM THE WILDER SIDE? Here comes Double*Feature Tuesday & Thursday, AT THE BIJOU!

 "It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves." 

~ Thornton Wilder, when appearing

(in Absolutely*Kate's mind of possibilities),

*AT THE BIJOU*
 

Absolutely*Kate:  Please, Mr Wilder ~ Will you tell us more of what you thought of this week's Double*Feature Tuesday show?

"A dramatist is one who believes that the pure event, an action involving human beings, is more arresting than any comment that can be made upon it."  ~ T.W.

"A play visibly represents

  pure existing." ~ T.W. 

  

"Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value." ~ T.W. 

Absolutely*Kate:  Mr Wilder, oh ~ Thornton, I agree. The energies of Love and Writing, be it play or poem or prose are True Existings. What do you think of the unique styles of ~

MADAM Z?

HARRY B. SANDERFORD?

and 

LYDIA  STEFANOVSKA?

"Many plays - certainly mine - are like blank checks. The actors and directors put their own signatures on them." ~ T.W.

And certainly sir, in our town,

*AT THE BIJOU*, they did,

for the eye to behold

into

the ritual of art . . . 

~ Absolutely*Kate:  

Why certainly I'll ask Carrie to get you popcorn

and share her sense of scribe-thoughts.

I've placed you right between the grand dame of our theatre, Jeanette,

and our novelist on the rise, Pamila Payne. I think your conversations

shall spark the pure event in itself. 

*DO ENJOY THE SHOW!*

*AT THE BIJOU*

IN THE RITUAL OF ART ~ By Lidija Stefanovska + TRAINS HAVE MERCY

In the Ritual of Art

By Lydia Stefanovska

In the ritual

you hold

between the words

and the cigarette smoke

you sweeten your coffee

with 33 sugar grains

Through you centuries

pass

grooving the lines

of the saints' faces in the carvings

as the light

plays through your fingers

(c) 2010 ~ Poet Lydia Stefanovska 

Trains Have Mercy

By 
Lydia Stefanovska

Everything passes

only the trains have mercy

to repeat crossings

of names written on the luggage

 

a habit

to stay wavy
  
with confessions
  
for poured coffee when caressing

 And a silent commitment

  
to see us off on the road
  
where we are longed for
  
by the lost pieces

(c) 2010 ~ Poet Lydia Stefanovska

She is warmth and art and prose and introspection. She is LYDIA and I enjoy knowing her through her words and her art until one day, in a land when far away becomes near as Macedonia, we shall *clink* . . . as true friends who admire well the other's works . . . tend to do when pouring out becomes the natural necessity.

LYDIA:  "In Biblical Macedonia, every path leads to OHRID.The person coming to Ohrid is at first amazed,and afterwards, deep within his soul,bows to its marks, which simply encourages you to understand or maybe to wonder - why certain places have been chosen to be different, praised and unique in the whole World". 

Thank*you dear Lidija for gracing the stage

with a share from the heart of your mind. It dazzles. Your homeland, from St. Sofia's of the 10th or 11th century into present day at water's serenity . . . simply mesmerizes. The Prof and I shall anticipate a lovely tour with how you further share your world ~

Much more of Lydia's heart and homeland, poetry to photography, exists back at her site on 6 Sentences, that place of streets and venues many of us have first come to know each other's voices.

~ Absolutely*Kate 

and our fine staff of renown

*AT THE BIJOU*

stopping in at Macedonia someday, along Prof's big trip to Turkey