In Rotherhithe back in the 70s, on the south shore of the Thames, there lived a retired lighterman named Johnny Coffee. Lighterman ‘drove’ barges single handedly up the Thames using muscle, skill, and huge oars. Johnny had an a list of phone numbers hanging around his neck with contacts to anyone you could care to… Continue reading Buying Oranges with Susan Perlstein.
To the Museum of Modern Art and “Imagination and the Changing Mind”, a symposium that considers how innate differences or changes that develop in later life can beget creative engagement and meaningful contribution to society. Afterwards I snatch a brief conversation with one of the keynote speakers, Anne Basting. Anne is the Director of the… Continue reading Penelope, Guitars and a Salt Marsh
. I leave the choir rehearsal in the Prospect Hill Seniors Centre and the sky has cleared. We are high up and there is a view; white scuddering clouds under a huge blue sky. There is the drone of the late afternoon traffic heading north-west along Prospect Expressway. Brooklyn and Manhattan stretch out beyond and… Continue reading “What good is melody?”
‘So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, ‘So long lives this and this gives life to thee.’ We are in Manhattan in the mid-town east side. A day care centre for people who have Alzheimer’s. It’s a poetry reading and poetry making project led by Gary Glazner of The Alzheimer’s Poetry Project.… Continue reading Snow and Shakespeare
In Washington DC I take the bus out to Mount Rainier to visit the home of Andy Torres. Andy is in his young seventies and is a former company member of the Liz Lerman Dance Exchange. He still works with their company teaching classes in the community. I had met him the day before when… Continue reading On the roof tops with Andy Torres
The question was written on the board leaning against the street herbalists table on the junction between Wayne and Colleville just outside Silver Spring Metro: “How do you be come a good human been?” The text on a wall in the Phillips Collection nr the Dupont Circle offered a curatorial response: “ a mixture of… Continue reading Wandering and Wondering in Washington DC
I was introduced to the dancer Ida Arbeit in what was to be the last days of her life. She was 101 years old. This was no gentle lounge seat encounter. We were in an activities room transformed into a dance studio in a retirement apartment block in the Twin Cities of Minneapolis & St.… Continue reading Encore