Now I can look at you, Mr. Loomis, and see you a man who done forgot his song. Forgot how to sing it. A fellow forget that and he forget who he is. Forget how he’s supposed to mark down life.
Bynum Walker to Herold Loomis, Joe Turner’s Come and Gone:1911 – a play by August Wilson
I ran across an incredible play by August Wilson some years back that wouldn’t let go of my heart: Joe Turner’s Come and Gone. Although it showcases the “Black experience,” Continue reading “Joe Turner’s Come and Gone”
Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s, birthdays, religious gatherings, common decency and life itself have been put on hold indefinitely because of that “thing” that has provided the roaring pretext for unending lock downs across the nation. (Spreading the “thing” via political protests is apparently okay, though.)
Fortunately, I may have a partial solution for some of you. Continue reading “Cattywampus Day: A Time to Celebrate”
The “Russias”
Stretched across two continents, lies that far-flung spread known in the broadest terms as “Russia,” though it has often been pluralized as “the Russias.” Part European, part Asian, the national anthem memorializes this diverse conglomeration of tribes and ethnicities as “the age-old union of fraternal peoples.” Continue reading “Prokudin-Gorsky’s Images of Early 20th-Century Russia”
