tlf news | Vol. iii #2 | December, 1982 | |
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As I read over the rough draft of this letter, a horrid reaction coursed through my bloodstream. "This reads like a stockholders' report." I shivered and fled from the typewriter in fear and self-loathing. How did Flaubert put it? "Human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, when all the time we are longing to move the stars to pity." I went outside and sat on the front steps of the theatre to talk to the ceiba. The ceiba is in full leaf. A light rain is falling, a typical kind of rain at this time of year that often continues all night. The night is even darker than usual, especially in contrast to the full-mooned nights last week. The rain muffles the night sounds. A dog barks and another, much farther away, answer. I listen to the rain falling in the branches. Well, in a sense it is a sort of stockholders' report. Form follows function. "If music be the food of love, play on." We're completing four years of existence with the end of this year. Each of the years has been filled with more than its share of false starts, blind alleys, mudholes, downed bridges, and other assorted disasters. But somehow we've managed to end each year a few steps ahead of where we started. "Everything that rises must converge." The past six months have probably been the most action-packed in our history, at least in terms of the multiplicity of events on various levels. The world economic situation has come to roost in the rafters of teatro la fragua, side by side with the owls and iguanas. It is a cliché to say that grant money has dried up everywhere. But a theatre in a strife-torn region of the third world applying for a grant seems to have taken on the anathema equivalent to the blessing bestowed a few years ago on a black hockey player who speaks Chinese applying for a college scholarship. ("We have been cutting back on so-called 'cultural' projects. The new emphasis is on economic, productive projects.") This has forced us into a complete structural re-organization which is still floating (like the Mexican peso), but which seems to be moving toward a truly independent professional theatre. We should emerge from these growth pains with a much firmer base for a continuing organization -- if we survive the infant mortality period. And it is precisely on this point that the stockholders' report is due, for we have existed for the past four months solely on box-office take and your contributions. Thank you. I walk outside again. The continuing dripping from the trees deceived me: the sky has cleared completely and the stars are brilliant in the cool, washed air. There's more rain falling under the ceiba now than when it was raining. The close-barking dog seems to have finished his piece, but a whole zodiacal menagerie in the far distance are discussing the news the middle-distance crier. A couple of roosters whose alarm clocks have gone amok join in. The moon hasn't come up yet, but its glow is already silvering the taller palm trees. Beginning with a national theatre congress in Tegucigalpa in July, and culminating with the first national theatre festival in fourteen years in November, we've dramatically expanded the radius of our audience base and been catapulted into a leadership position in a national grass-roots theatre movement. The festival, held in the National Theatre in Tegucigalpa (a turn-of-the-century horseshoe which has been excellently restored) was exciting even for a dyed-in-the-wool cynic like me. You can imagine what it was like for a bunch of small-town guys who had never even seen -- much less played in -- such a theatre before to suddenly find themselves the toast of La Capital. And I discovered that even when they are written by people who obviously don't know what they are writing about, rave reviews warm the cockles of even the hardest heart. The moon is up and visible through the branches of the ceiba. Waning, a couple of days past the third quarter, it's holding water. The aroma of the orchids is especially strong in the post-rain dampness. The white ones stand out clearly in the moonlight, but the red and green of the leaves and flowers of the poinsettias are almost indistinguishable. The canine telegraph is fading into the distance, but a pair of shots not too far away starts the wave all over again. In June my brother Ted married Mary McGuire in a ceremony over which I presided -- and in one fell swoop complicated exponentially the "which Mary?" problem in our family. (Thank God, one of the bridesmaids was not named Mary). At the reception a good friend of Ted's toasted them with a song he had composed for the occasion:
That was Dan McDermott, who is now electrifying Honduran audiences billed as El Irlandés Errante ("The Wandering Irishman," or "The Irish Rover" depending on how romantic your bent). Dan's musical accompaniments have raised performance level of our shows by a quantum leap, and last month he brought down the house in Tegucigalpa with a rousing rendition of "Guantanamera." A week later he was bringing down another house:
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The moon in just above the ceiba now. The frogs and the crickets are engaged in a song contest of Wagnerian proportions. Only a couple of distant dog-barks.
Six shots ring out in quick succession, fairly close, momentarily dominating the vocal competition. Just some drunk emptying his revolver. I hope. The battle of the crickets and the frogs resumes in full force.
From all of us at teatro la fragua, our sincere prayer for a Christmas filled with peace and joy and hope. And that the real spirit of Christmas may inspire you throughout the new year.
P.S.: SUBSCRIBE NOW! teatro la fragua is in the forefront of a nascent national theatre movement. teatro la fragua is also broke. We need your help more than ever to carry on. Good seats are always available at whatever price you can afford. $100 buys out the whole house. $50 brings you a dress circle box for the entire season (along with a paper fan and a can of Off for every member of your party). Any single ticket purchase increases the chance of there being seats in the theatre throughout the coming year. The price of your subscription is tax-deductible. Send you order, along with a check payable to "Jesuit Mission Bureau," to: Jesuit Mission Bureau, Inc., 4511 West Pine Blvd., St. Louis MO 63108 Do it now! Don't take the chance that when you drop through Progreso the show will be sold out. Or closed. |
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