Dearest Weeklongians,
Here are some random shots from my phone-camera. I've black-and-whited them to camouflage poor photo quality.
Love to all of you!
Susan
This morning I returned to my job as a tinker of sorts. I took the D Train, which, by the way, is not "fleeter than the roe." For me, last week was exhilarating-to have such wonderful people convince you that you are a lord indeed is true magic. I am so grateful to all of you. Right now I'm typing this in an office on the forty-first floor of a Manhattan skyscraper, but it is not nearly as high as the throne you created for me on a wooden platform in a converted hay barn in Fayette County Texas.
All my love, Bob
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I, too, returned to the 'real world" at 0630 today to deal with recruitment strategies, cost over-runs, and unrealistic expectations. I will admit that I am having a very hard time not speaking in meter, not singing for my supper, and not sweating through my clothes and "checking my stream". Bob put it eloquently. I am already in withdrawal from the magic....
"Pees, Robert" rpees@AkinGump.com 8/16/2010 11:39 AM >>>
This morning I returned to my job as a tinker of sorts. I took the D Train, which, by the way, is not "fleeter than the roe." For me, last week was exhilarating-to have such wonderful people convince you that you are a lord indeed is true magic. I am so grateful to all of you. Right now I'm typing this in an office on the forty-first floor of a Manhattan skyscraper, but it is not nearly as high as the throne you created for me on a wooden platform in a converted hay barn in Fayette County Texas.
All my love, Bob
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Hey Sweethearts!
I am at my Mom's ranchetta for the next few days but I won't be able to get into Austin until after this thursday.
But I don't return to Tallahassee until Sept 12th so if anyone is in Austin during the stretch of time between this thursday and the 12th, I would love to gather with all who are there to gather and have dinner and a drink or two.
I am feeling deprived of your good company both in mind and body -- although I am still enjoying country living of a sorts.
My Mom has 28 acres of land with shade trees and a big old pond and a pool where Donna, my sisters, my Mom, my brother-in-law and I swim during the late afternoons; and then at night ,float on our backs and and gaze at the stars until they make us dizzy.
Every time I look up, I have a moment of disconnect and think I'm back at Winedale.
I love and miss you all -- well, some even more than others. I can't get over how all I had to do was just hold my arm out and Craig would start softly stroking it. When I tried that little trick with Donna Marie, she gave me a look worthy of Petruchio's spaniel.
Hah! And Love to you all Terry
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I, too, returned to the 'real world" at 0630 today to deal with recruitment trategies, cost over-runs, and unrealistic expectations. I will admit that I am aving a very hard time not speaking in meter, not singing for my supper, and ot sweating through my clothes and "checking my stream". Bob put it eloquently. am already in withdrawal from the magic....
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Aw, hell. I was doing okay until I started reading all these heartbreakingly eloquent emails. I think I had fooled myself into thinking that you guys were all just on a particularly long run to the Mercantile. I'm still wondering why I didn't see Zig traipsing through my front yard at 1 a.m. last night while I lay out on the hammock and tried to gaze up at the stars, which was damn near impossible because they were mostly washed out by the city glare. I knew the Milky Way was up there somewhere in all its dazzling glory, just as I knew the Barn was sitting out in that meadow in the night, eloquent in its dark silhouette and its deep silence, and that all of you were in your homes or in a way station on the way to that destination, replaying the week in your minds as I was.
Family life and its particular challenges took over immediately after an hour-and-a-half drive through the late-afternoon heat in that un-air-conditioned Volvo, and I'm trying to experience all the cleaning and work and play going on here (a nephew in town from Massachusetts staying with us for a week) as an extension of the lovely Sunday morning we spent cleaning the Barn, and of everything that led up to that final moment. But I'm really craving time to process the week in some way. And really really missing each one of you, and all the characters you inhabited and brought once more to life. For some reason I miss Justice Shallow most of all right now...!
Augie once said, when a Camper was talking about a wave of feeling homesick, that it was the "worst sick of all." I think my heavy heart is telling me I'm homesick for a place that is a home to me, to all of us. A home for the soul. But it's not a place we can live forever. I felt that particularly keenly as I drove away and left Joy, red-eyed, as the final Weeklonger at the Barn, sitting out in the shade on a picnic table awaiting the arrival of her husband. I think of Antipholus S., heading out into the world, a drop of water seeking another drop. And yet I'm home now, too, where I belong. It's a paradox, one we are fortunate to be able to tangle (tango) with over the years, decades.
I hope to gather with some more of you water drops and get a storm or a little stream (clear, I hope) going sometime soon. Zig, thanks for the invite, with the nephew in town I probably can't get away, but will try to negotiate a swing-by at least.
I'll write more anon. In the meantime, still wondering if I'm sleeping or waking, mad or well advised... and when Madge is going to come around the corner so we can work on the schedule for tomorrow!
A health to you all -- and to those that you love --
Love,
Clayton
PS Bob, say hi to Cicely H. for me, would ya?
On Aug 16, 2010, at 12:44 PM, Bruce Meyer wrote:
I, too, returned to the 'real world" at 0630 today to deal with recruitment strategies, cost over-runs, and unrealistic expectations. I will admit that I am having a very hard time not speaking in meter, not singing for my supper, and not sweating through my clothes and "checking my stream". Bob put it eloquently. I am already in withdrawal from the magic....
"Pees, Robert" rpees@AkinGump.com 8/16/2010 11:39 AM >>>
This morning I returned to my job as a tinker of sorts. I took the D Train, which, by the way, is not "fleeter than the roe." For me, last week was exhilarating-to have such wonderful people convince you that you are a lord indeed is true magic. I am so grateful to all of you. Right now I'm typing this in an office on the forty-first floor of a Manhattan skyscraper, but it is not nearly as high as the throne you created for me on a wooden platform in a converted hay barn in Fayette County Texas.
All my love, Bob
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Oh, Clayton, we were ALL meant to be traipsing through your front yard at 1 am last night. My plane flew WAY off course.
I am slowly beginning to process all this myself, just watching moments float by in my head, and tearing up from emotional complexity, or is it from simple love and lack of all your company and the project of the words that has me going?
As it always does, Winedale widened my field of inspiration to keep me connected to it, and to you. On the plane I picked up Marilynne Robinson's extraordinary novel Gilead, a book-length letter from an old man who nears Doc's capacity to hold the world in love. He is a preacher who is the son of a preacher who is the son of a preacher, writing of his life in 1950 to his seven-year-old son, whom he knows he will not see grow up. Passage after passage spoke of the experience we had just shared. Here's one. I'll trust that the "spiritual but not or no longer religious" among us, and I count as one, might appreciate it together:
"Calvin says somewhere that each of us is an actor on a stage and God is the audience. That metaphor has always interested me, because it makes us artists of our behavior, and the reaction of God to us might be thought of as aesthetic rather than morally judgmental in the ordinary sense. How well do we understand our role? With how much assurance do we perform it? .... Well, we all bring such light to bear on these great matters as we can. I do like Calvin's image, though because it suggests how God might actually enjoy us. I believe we think about that far too little. It would be a way into understanding essential things, since presumably the world exists for God's enjoyment, not in any simple sense, of course..."
A resident at the artist colony where I work produced the attached improvised call and response duet between an Irishman and a Lakota man. You might want to play it with speakers rather than just on your computer. Both songs are, in the singers' respective cultures, songs of exile. Their singing it together marked a moment of suspension of bitter feelings between the two cultures; witnesses felt a lifting of burden. It feels like exile to me to be away from you. But this says that in a more beautiful way.
Again from Gilead: "So you must not judge what I know by what I find words for."
Alice
From: Clay Stromberger cstromberger@mail.utexas.edu Reply-To: weeklong-l@lists.wikimedia.org Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2010 19:01:16 -0500 To: weeklong-l@lists.wikimedia.org Cc: 'Bekah Meyer' rmeyer@mail.hockaday.org Subject: Re: [Weeklong-l] "...let the world slip, we shall ne'er be younger."
Aw, hell. I was doing okay until I started reading all these heartbreakingly eloquent emails. I think I had fooled myself into thinking that you guys were all just on a particularly long run to the Mercantile. I'm still wondering why I didn't see Zig traipsing through my front yard at 1 a.m. last night while I lay out on the hammock and tried to gaze up at the stars, which was damn near impossible because they were mostly washed out by the city glare. I knew the Milky Way was up there somewhere in all its dazzling glory, just as I knew the Barn was sitting out in that meadow in the night, eloquent in its dark silhouette and its deep silence, and that all of you were in your homes or in a way station on the way to that destination, replaying the week in your minds as I was.
Family life and its particular challenges took over immediately after an hour-and-a-half drive through the late-afternoon heat in that un-air-conditioned Volvo, and I'm trying to experience all the cleaning and work and play going on here (a nephew in town from Massachusetts staying with us for a week) as an extension of the lovely Sunday morning we spent cleaning the Barn, and of everything that led up to that final moment. But I'm really craving time to process the week in some way. And really really missing each one of you, and all the characters you inhabited and brought once more to life. For some reason I miss Justice Shallow most of all right now...!
Augie once said, when a Camper was talking about a wave of feeling homesick, that it was the "worst sick of all." I think my heavy heart is telling me I'm homesick for a place that is a home to me, to all of us. A home for the soul. But it's not a place we can live forever. I felt that particularly keenly as I drove away and left Joy, red-eyed, as the final Weeklonger at the Barn, sitting out in the shade on a picnic table awaiting the arrival of her husband. I think of Antipholus S., heading out into the world, a drop of water seeking another drop. And yet I'm home now, too, where I belong. It's a paradox, one we are fortunate to be able to tangle (tango) with over the years, decades.
I hope to gather with some more of you water drops and get a storm or a little stream (clear, I hope) going sometime soon. Zig, thanks for the invite, with the nephew in town I probably can't get away, but will try to negotiate a swing-by at least.
I'll write more anon. In the meantime, still wondering if I'm sleeping or waking, mad or well advised... and when Madge is going to come around the corner so we can work on the schedule for tomorrow!
A health to you all -- and to those that you love --
Love,
Clayton
PS Bob, say hi to Cicely H. for me, would ya?
On Aug 16, 2010, at 12:44 PM, Bruce Meyer wrote:
I, too, returned to the 'real world" at 0630 today to deal with recruitment strategies, cost over-runs, and unrealistic expectations. I will admit that I am having a very hard time not speaking in meter, not singing for my supper, and not sweating through my clothes and "checking my stream". Bob put it eloquently. I am already in withdrawal from the magic....
"Pees, Robert" rpees@AkinGump.com 8/16/2010 11:39 AM >>>
This morning I returned to my job as a tinker of sorts. I took the D Train, which, by the way, is not "fleeter than the roe." For me, last week was exhilarating-to have such wonderful people convince you that you are a lord indeed is true magic. I am so grateful to all of you. Right now I'm typing this in an office on the forty-first floor of a Manhattan skyscraper, but it is not nearly as high as the throne you created for me on a wooden platform in a converted hay barn in Fayette County Texas.
All my love, Bob
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I was going to say wow but Michael beat me to it. So I'll have to say.... shazam!
This is something I'll need to read and re-read often this week. Thanks so much. And the Song of Exile is stunning.
What you shared with us connects for me with David's lovely list of what we were up to last week, especially "caring for one another," which was just right, and with something I typed out late in the wee hours Sunday night after no one showed up in my front yard on the way to their cabin (two margaritas at Matt's and a lonely Dos Equis were not enough to knock me out), which was: "it's an expression of love. the whole program."
I thought Kris Betts, my classmate from '83 who performed the role of Portia in the Julius Caesar scene, testified to that spirit of generosity quite movingly in the dining room Sunday morning.
Sounds like you're in a wonderful place, Alice -- ! Hope we can all join you there some day.
cs
On Aug 17, 2010, at 7:22 AM, Alice Gordon wrote:
Oh, Clayton, we were ALL meant to be traipsing through your front yard at 1 am last night. My plane flew WAY off course.
I am slowly beginning to process all this myself, just watching moments float by in my head, and tearing up from emotional complexity, or is it from simple love and lack of all your company and the project of the words that has me going?
As it always does, Winedale widened my field of inspiration to keep me connected to it, and to you. On the plane I picked up Marilynne Robinson's extraordinary novel Gilead, a book-length letter from an old man who nears Doc's capacity to hold the world in love. He is a preacher who is the son of a preacher who is the son of a preacher, writing of his life in 1950 to his seven-year-old son, whom he knows he will not see grow up. Passage after passage spoke of the experience we had just shared. Here's one. I'll trust that the "spiritual but not or no longer religious" among us, and I count as one, might appreciate it together:
"Calvin says somewhere that each of us is an actor on a stage and God is the audience. That metaphor has always interested me, because it makes us artists of our behavior, and the reaction of God to us might be thought of as aesthetic rather than morally judgmental in the ordinary sense. How well do we understand our role? With how much assurance do we perform it? .... Well, we all bring such light to bear on these great matters as we can. I do like Calvin's image, though because it suggests how God might actually enjoy us. I believe we think about that far too little. It would be a way into understanding essential things, since presumably the world exists for God's enjoyment, not in any simple sense, of course..."
A resident at the artist colony where I work produced the attached improvised call and response duet between an Irishman and a Lakota man. You might want to play it with speakers rather than just on your computer. Both songs are, in the singers' respective cultures, songs of exile. Their singing it together marked a moment of suspension of bitter feelings between the two cultures; witnesses felt a lifting of burden. It feels like exile to me to be away from you. But this says that in a more beautiful way.
Again from Gilead: "So you must not judge what I know by what I find words for."
Alice
From: Clay Stromberger cstromberger@mail.utexas.edu Reply-To: weeklong-l@lists.wikimedia.org Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2010 19:01:16 -0500 To: weeklong-l@lists.wikimedia.org Cc: 'Bekah Meyer' rmeyer@mail.hockaday.org Subject: Re: [Weeklong-l] "...let the world slip, we shall ne'er be younger."
Aw, hell. I was doing okay until I started reading all these heartbreakingly eloquent emails. I think I had fooled myself into thinking that you guys were all just on a particularly long run to the Mercantile. I'm still wondering why I didn't see Zig traipsing through my front yard at 1 a.m. last night while I lay out on the hammock and tried to gaze up at the stars, which was damn near impossible because they were mostly washed out by the city glare. I knew the Milky Way was up there somewhere in all its dazzling glory, just as I knew the Barn was sitting out in that meadow in the night, eloquent in its dark silhouette and its deep silence, and that all of you were in your homes or in a way station on the way to that destination, replaying the week in your minds as I was.
Family life and its particular challenges took over immediately after an hour-and-a-half drive through the late-afternoon heat in that un-air-conditioned Volvo, and I'm trying to experience all the cleaning and work and play going on here (a nephew in town from Massachusetts staying with us for a week) as an extension of the lovely Sunday morning we spent cleaning the Barn, and of everything that led up to that final moment. But I'm really craving time to process the week in some way. And really really missing each one of you, and all the characters you inhabited and brought once more to life. For some reason I miss Justice Shallow most of all right now...!
Augie once said, when a Camper was talking about a wave of feeling homesick, that it was the "worst sick of all." I think my heavy heart is telling me I'm homesick for a place that is a home to me, to all of us. A home for the soul. But it's not a place we can live forever. I felt that particularly keenly as I drove away and left Joy, red-eyed, as the final Weeklonger at the Barn, sitting out in the shade on a picnic table awaiting the arrival of her husband. I think of Antipholus S., heading out into the world, a drop of water seeking another drop. And yet I'm home now, too, where I belong. It's a paradox, one we are fortunate to be able to tangle (tango) with over the years, decades.
I hope to gather with some more of you water drops and get a storm or a little stream (clear, I hope) going sometime soon. Zig, thanks for the invite, with the nephew in town I probably can't get away, but will try to negotiate a swing-by at least.
I'll write more anon. In the meantime, still wondering if I'm sleeping or waking, mad or well advised... and when Madge is going to come around the corner so we can work on the schedule for tomorrow!
A health to you all -- and to those that you love --
Love,
Clayton
PS Bob, say hi to Cicely H. for me, would ya?
On Aug 16, 2010, at 12:44 PM, Bruce Meyer wrote:
I, too, returned to the 'real world" at 0630 today to deal with recruitment strategies, cost over-runs, and unrealistic expectations. I will admit that I am having a very hard time not speaking in meter, not singing for my supper, and not sweating through my clothes and "checking my stream". Bob put it eloquently. I am already in withdrawal from the magic....
"Pees, Robert" rpees@AkinGump.com 8/16/2010 11:39 AM >>>
This morning I returned to my job as a tinker of sorts. I took the D Train, which, by the way, is not "fleeter than the roe." For me, last week was exhilarating-to have such wonderful people convince you that you are a lord indeed is true magic. I am so grateful to all of you. Right now I'm typing this in an office on the forty-first floor of a Manhattan skyscraper, but it is not nearly as high as the throne you created for me on a wooden platform in a converted hay barn in Fayette County Texas.
All my love, Bob
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Dear Bob and Fellow Servants,
Thank you for making me fall in love with the Induction, our rendering of it being, for me, the perfect image of what we were about. I've never liked it particularly, but the way it came together as we listened and focused, and ideas flowed- YES! I LOVE THAT! I LOVE YOU!
As Alice says, more anon, and sweet Susan, I did get the photos. And yours, too, Matt. And will keep up and try to respond to the eloquent messages that are pouring in.
Mary
________________________________ From: "Pees, Robert" rpees@AkinGump.com To: "weeklong-l@lists.wikimedia.org" weeklong-l@lists.wikimedia.org Cc: Bekah Meyer rmeyer@mail.hockaday.org Sent: Mon, August 16, 2010 12:39:15 PM Subject: [Weeklong-l] "...let the world slip, we shall ne'er be younger."
This morning I returned to my job as a tinker of sorts. I took the D Train, which, by the way, is not “fleeter than the roe.” For me, last week was exhilarating—to have such wonderful people convince you that you are a lord indeed is true magic. I am so grateful to all of you. Right now I’m typing this in an office on the forty-first floor of a Manhattan skyscraper, but it is not nearly as high as the throne you created for me on a wooden platform in a converted hay barn in Fayette County Texas.
All my love, Bob
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I have fallen through the looking glass back into my real life. Emails, phone calls, meetings to prepare for, students to tend to, reports to write. My brain is ready to explode and I've only been back for two days.
Out there in the east Texas heat with all of you I felt more alive, more focused, more able to think deeply and widely. The words - ah, those wonderful words - came trippingly on the tongue with you. Here it is stressful. There it was intense. Here it is messy. There it was ordered. Here tiring. There exhiliarating. Don't get me wrong - I have a pretty darn good life. But the week with you makes me remember how much meaning and joy is derived from pure, uninhibited play. No computers, no phones, no job: just us and Doc and that barn and Shakespeare.
My iPhone is buzzing again and I feel you all slipping away. Let's promise ourselves that we won't let that happen, at least in our hearts and souls. Remember always that hot, spectacular week in 2010 that forever changed us in big ways and small.
You took my breath away and I love you for it,
Jayne
________________________________ From: weeklong-l-bounces@lists.wikimedia.org [weeklong-l-bounces@lists.wikimedia.org] On Behalf Of Pees, Robert [rpees@AkinGump.com] Sent: Monday, August 16, 2010 11:39 AM To: weeklong-l@lists.wikimedia.org Cc: 'Bekah Meyer' Subject: [Weeklong-l] "...let the world slip, we shall ne'er be younger."
This morning I returned to my job as a tinker of sorts. I took the D Train, which, by the way, is not “fleeter than the roe.” For me, last week was exhilarating—to have such wonderful people convince you that you are a lord indeed is true magic. I am so grateful to all of you. Right now I’m typing this in an office on the forty-first floor of a Manhattan skyscraper, but it is not nearly as high as the throne you created for me on a wooden platform in a converted hay barn in Fayette County Texas.
All my love, Bob
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Jayne, just saying in response to your message:
There were times when I sat still, just listening to people talk, just looking at the world you all helped create around us, when I said to myself, "this is a moment not like any other". And I tried to capture it in my head, because it was so beautiful.
I thank you all so much, for being with me, for being us.
--m
On Tue, Aug 17, 2010 at 7:04 PM, Suhler, Jayne jsuhler@mail.smu.edu wrote:
I have fallen through the looking glass back into my real life. Emails, phone calls, meetings to prepare for, students to tend to, reports to write. My brain is ready to explode and I've only been back for two days.
Out there in the east Texas heat with all of you I felt more alive, more focused, more able to think deeply and widely. The words - ah, those wonderful words - came trippingly on the tongue with you. Here it is stressful. There it was intense. Here it is messy. There it was ordered. Here tiring. There exhiliarating. Don't get me wrong - I have a pretty darn good life. But the week with you makes me remember how much meaning and joy is derived from pure, uninhibited play. No computers, no phones, no job: just us and Doc and that barn and Shakespeare.
My iPhone is buzzing again and I feel you all slipping away. Let's promise ourselves that we won't let that happen, at least in our hearts and souls. Remember always that hot, spectacular week in 2010 that forever changed us in big ways and small.
You took my breath away and I love you for it,
Jayne
From: weeklong-l-bounces@lists.wikimedia.org [ weeklong-l-bounces@lists.wikimedia.org] On Behalf Of Pees, Robert [rpees@AkinGump.com] Sent: Monday, August 16, 2010 11:39 AM To: weeklong-l@lists.wikimedia.org Cc: 'Bekah Meyer' Subject: [Weeklong-l] "...let the world slip, we shall ne'er be younger."
This morning I returned to my job as a tinker of sorts. I took the D Train, which, by the way, is not “fleeter than the roe.” For me, last week was exhilarating—to have such wonderful people convince you that you are a lord indeed is true magic. I am so grateful to all of you. Right now I’m typing this in an office on the forty-first floor of a Manhattan skyscraper, but it is not nearly as high as the throne you created for me on a wooden platform in a converted hay barn in Fayette County Texas.
All my love, Bob
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well said both of you, thanks. i agree and some of my favorite moments arrived when i just stopped (let go of) all the thinking and planning ahead onstage and just stood still and listened to and looked into the eyes of michael, or mike, or jayne, or madge, or bob, or maggie, or alice, (though I could not see them) jeff or terry.... or listening and watching privately from the balcony to a scene i was not in -- pure joy. time stopped. there was a time for all things, and time FOR all things.
i'll be thinking of all of you as i charge back into my work with children in the schools next week... for now it's five more days to wring the final moments of play and joy out of summer with the kids.
Hem, boys!!!
c
On Aug 17, 2010, at 8:47 PM, Mike Godwin wrote:
Jayne, just saying in response to your message:
There were times when I sat still, just listening to people talk, just looking at the world you all helped create around us, when I said to myself, "this is a moment not like any other". And I tried to capture it in my head, because it was so beautiful.
I thank you all so much, for being with me, for being us.
--m
On Tue, Aug 17, 2010 at 7:04 PM, Suhler, Jayne jsuhler@mail.smu.edu wrote: I have fallen through the looking glass back into my real life. Emails, phone calls, meetings to prepare for, students to tend to, reports to write. My brain is ready to explode and I've only been back for two days.
Out there in the east Texas heat with all of you I felt more alive, more focused, more able to think deeply and widely. The words - ah, those wonderful words - came trippingly on the tongue with you. Here it is stressful. There it was intense. Here it is messy. There it was ordered. Here tiring. There exhiliarating. Don't get me wrong - I have a pretty darn good life. But the week with you makes me remember how much meaning and joy is derived from pure, uninhibited play. No computers, no phones, no job: just us and Doc and that barn and Shakespeare.
My iPhone is buzzing again and I feel you all slipping away. Let's promise ourselves that we won't let that happen, at least in our hearts and souls. Remember always that hot, spectacular week in 2010 that forever changed us in big ways and small.
You took my breath away and I love you for it,
Jayne
From: weeklong-l-bounces@lists.wikimedia.org [weeklong-l-bounces@lists.wikimedia.org] On Behalf Of Pees, Robert [rpees@AkinGump.com] Sent: Monday, August 16, 2010 11:39 AM To: weeklong-l@lists.wikimedia.org Cc: 'Bekah Meyer' Subject: [Weeklong-l] "...let the world slip, we shall ne'er be younger."
This morning I returned to my job as a tinker of sorts. I took the D Train, which, by the way, is not “fleeter than the roe.” For me, last week was exhilarating—to have such wonderful people convince you that you are a lord indeed is true magic. I am so grateful to all of you. Right now I’m typing this in an office on the forty-first floor of a Manhattan skyscraper, but it is not nearly as high as the throne you created for me on a wooden platform in a converted hay barn in Fayette County Texas.
All my love, Bob
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Dear Friends,
What a drink at the well it has been to read all the fine, funny, and poignant messages. As the old jalopy revs up and merges back into traffic, I find myself meditating on the quality of time of last week, how structured and breakneck it was at the time and how utterly suspended it seems in retrospect. What a luxury to have a week to inhabit so many worlds at once: Winedale-the barn and the pecan trees and the starry nights and even all that heat-and courts and taverns and forests and streets-all of them simultaneously mythical and real. Not to mention the nightly Shelby pajama party.
I feel stirred to the soul by being in your company and Doc's and in the presence of those texts. I am reminded of how much there is to mine from the words, how each rehearsal reveals something more than the one before, and how meaning lies at the intersection of infinite possibility and finite choice. A lot to chew on. Mostly, though, I am so grateful to have had the chance to be there with all of you who awed me with your skills and smarts and daring, and made me fall in love for the first time or all over again with your good hearts and your general hilariousness.
But come, your epilogue! I mean... your Bergomask!
Your loving and devoted,
Maggie
From: weeklong-l-bounces@lists.wikimedia.org [mailto:weeklong-l-bounces@lists.wikimedia.org] On Behalf Of Clay Stromberger Sent: Tuesday, August 17, 2010 7:46 PM To: mnemonic@gmail.com; weeklong-l@lists.wikimedia.org Subject: Re: [Weeklong-l] "...let the world slip, we shall ne'er be younger."
well said both of you, thanks. i agree and some of my favorite moments arrived when i just stopped (let go of) all the thinking and planning ahead onstage and just stood still and listened to and looked into the eyes of michael, or mike, or jayne, or madge, or bob, or maggie, or alice, (though I could not see them) jeff or terry.... or listening and watching privately from the balcony to a scene i was not in -- pure joy. time stopped. there was a time for all things, and time FOR all things.
i'll be thinking of all of you as i charge back into my work with children in the schools next week... for now it's five more days to wring the final moments of play and joy out of summer with the kids.
Hem, boys!!!
c
On Aug 17, 2010, at 8:47 PM, Mike Godwin wrote:
Jayne, just saying in response to your message:
There were times when I sat still, just listening to people talk, just looking at the world you all helped create around us, when I said to myself, "this is a moment not like any other". And I tried to capture it in my head, because it was so beautiful.
I thank you all so much, for being with me, for being us.
--m
On Tue, Aug 17, 2010 at 7:04 PM, Suhler, Jayne jsuhler@mail.smu.edu wrote:
I have fallen through the looking glass back into my real life. Emails, phone calls, meetings to prepare for, students to tend to, reports to write. My brain is ready to explode and I've only been back for two days.
Out there in the east Texas heat with all of you I felt more alive, more focused, more able to think deeply and widely. The words - ah, those wonderful words - came trippingly on the tongue with you. Here it is stressful. There it was intense. Here it is messy. There it was ordered. Here tiring. There exhiliarating. Don't get me wrong - I have a pretty darn good life. But the week with you makes me remember how much meaning and joy is derived from pure, uninhibited play. No computers, no phones, no job: just us and Doc and that barn and Shakespeare.
My iPhone is buzzing again and I feel you all slipping away. Let's promise ourselves that we won't let that happen, at least in our hearts and souls. Remember always that hot, spectacular week in 2010 that forever changed us in big ways and small.
You took my breath away and I love you for it,
Jayne
________________________________ From: weeklong-l-bounces@lists.wikimedia.org [weeklong-l-bounces@lists.wikimedia.org] On Behalf Of Pees, Robert [rpees@AkinGump.com] Sent: Monday, August 16, 2010 11:39 AM
To: weeklong-l@lists.wikimedia.org Cc: 'Bekah Meyer'
Subject: [Weeklong-l] "...let the world slip, we shall ne'er be younger."
This morning I returned to my job as a tinker of sorts. I took the D Train, which, by the way, is not "fleeter than the roe." For me, last week was exhilarating-to have such wonderful people convince you that you are a lord indeed is true magic. I am so grateful to all of you. Right now I'm typing this in an office on the forty-first floor of a Manhattan skyscraper, but it is not nearly as high as the throne you created for me on a wooden platform in a converted hay barn in Fayette County Texas.
All my love, Bob
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