I’m up in the country with a friend to write a play we are going to perform as a two hander in NY. It’s about women, the light and the dark side of us crazy creatures, it’s about the duality of human nature and the limits that are imposed on it by others as well as ourselves. Athough chocolate and wine seem to have taken a front seat to the actual writing but gradual headway is being made in between sampling.
Archive for February, 2009
Gradual Headway Between Wine and Chocolate
Tuesday, February 17th, 2009Back In New York
Friday, February 13th, 2009I’m staying with my good friend in Manhattan and our apartment is 40 stories above street level. From here New York has canyons. Like in Sedona in Arizona, peaks and troughs with ragged edges and mushroom like satellite dishes clustered in blooms. Birds wheel around the roof top gardens and the east river lies below, still, misty silvery-grey colored like a well trodden cement field. Watching from up here, I see bright flashes ricochet through the skyscrapers as sun gets caught then hurled off gleaming window panes. I imagine those flashes are the dreams of the builders, architects with bold plans seeped in glory, condominium investors with dreams of the easy buck, or small lovingly detailed dreams with stone faces and flourishes of balconies that are an accumulation of a life time’s love of history. The dreams of the builders or the builders of dreams, I’m not sure which.
Then the wind hits Manhattan and even up here, it squeals and trumpets through the cracks in the window. I imagine the tremendous wind blasting through bedrock and clouds on its long journey to reach this city. But when the ferocious wind gets here, the towering buildings, the foundations of this city don’t even rattle. There is such permanence, such rock steady permanence here. I look down below from my eagle’s perch to the tiny people walking rugged up below, buffeted by the hurling winds as they strain against its force. And that’s where the impermanence of this city lies. It’s in us. We live here like frail children protected by these notions of wall and brick. Our love for New York is like a tiny child’s for her wind resistant mortal parent, a relationship of love and duty and protection. New York the protector.
Hello world!
Wednesday, February 11th, 2009Hachette my Australian publisher have asked me for a sequel to Biting The Big Apple which I’m really excited to do. It’s going to be packed full of craziness as I’ve stumbled onto a lot (being an understatement) of misadventures and madness since the last book.
I’ve just arrived back in New York City from eight months of traveling through 18 cities around The States, Europe, Australia and New Zealand. Living out of a suitcase for 8 months has been um, interesting. But I’ve met a lot of interesting people and gotten myself into a hell of a lot of trouble (trouble read fun) Plans for a road trip from New York to Los Angeles are in the pipeline now.
