Constructing a Vision

Up writing--in those moments between everything and now I saw the shape and trajectory of my play, We Were There When Jazz Was Invented. It's like seeing the house you always wanted to live in, complete with a courtyard and openings to the stars and music blasting heart trails. And stories of making it despite the guns of history, dancing, feasting and the kind of quiet that comes from awe. In front of me are all the parts: boards, nails, screws, joints, lumber, windows, entrances, exits, the genealogies of southeastern Indians, Africans and Europeans and the genealogies of music, musical instruments and songs....thousands of pieces--and no instructions. Here we go.

1 comment:

Alex said...

Still waiting here for the rest of the parts to arrive.