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From The Desk of Kate Tarker: IN PRAISE OF FEET

Posted Monday, June 6, 2016 - 11:55am

June 2, 2016
Pale sun

“Hungarian folkdance is very sexy and dangerous,” says Blanka.

I have been thinking about feet lately.

Now I am observing Csaba Horvath’s feet. He has launched right into the dance steps, without preamble. He calls it “a kind of tap dance.” It goes: One and two and three three three. Tap and tap and foot hits calf.

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From The Desk of Kate Tarker: THE FAMILY IS JUST A METAPHOR

Posted Tuesday, May 24, 2016 - 10:31am

May 22, 2016
Mostly recovered from bronchitis.
Weather: rain, still rain. I am so tired of the rain. 

I thought this yesterday, while lying in bed.

 

SHEPHERDESS
(plucking apart a flower)

He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not

MESSENGER
Girl!

SHEPHERDESS
What?

MESSENGER
I walk by here everyday
And find you sitting on this rock
Beheading the hollyhocks.
Who has captured your heart so?

SHEPHERDESS
God, sir.
I just want to know
If He has forsaken me.

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From The Desk of Kate Tarker: BDSM OR COMMERCE: WHICH IS A BETTER MODEL FOR ART?

Posted Monday, May 9, 2016 - 3:22pm

Wednesday, May 4th

Dear Fellow Victorians,

Yesterday at Happy Laundromat, coming out of the rain and into a conversation with my beau, I was blasted by an extraordinary gust of lover’s fear. My hands were shaking. My heart was a drunken bee. I worked hard to appear: fine. To anyone not wielding the microscope of intimacy, I appeared: fine. But if you peered at my innards, you would know that in that little moment, I was a terrible opera.

Beware the enormity of love.

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From The Desk of Kate Tarker: ON MICE AND DRAGONS

Posted Monday, April 25, 2016 - 11:55am

April 5

Taking the train down from NYC, I note:

Gray day.

Gray New Jersey.

Crossing into Philly, there are rowers on the river.

I think of Thomas Eakins -

… and I’m reminded how inspiring it feels, every time, to leave a routine. 

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From the Desk of Kate Tarker: THE LIGHT WAS SUMPTUOUS THAT DAY

Posted Monday, April 11, 2016 - 11:49am

We all know there are two types of people in this world. Playwrights who by nature would keep a blog, and playwrights who wouldn’t. By temperament, I wouldn’t.  I’m a private soul. That is why, up until now, I have only kept imaginary blogs. I have an imaginary blog about lighting design, in which I go see new plays and only talk about the qualities of light. I have another imaginary blog in which I give terrible professional advice to my friends. Do not steal my imaginary ideas. They may someday become manifest, like my imaginary tattoos. 

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