edw1. In this morning’s paper, I read Edward Herriman’s obit which mentioned that he had appeared in a play called Moonchildren by Michael Weller. That sounded familiar to me but I wasn’t sure why. Something to do with high school?
2. I googled “Moonchildren” and the initials of my high school. An article appeared from our school paper about the controversy around the school production because the play used obscene language. Listed among the cast: my name.
3. I found a copy of the play online, read through the characters and one of them stood out like a beacon. Norman, a character who declares he is going to set himself on fire to protest the Vietnam War. I realized I still knew most of Norman’s lines by heart. I had played him at 1 5.
4. My high school paper also had a review of another play I was apparently in, Impromptu by Tad Mosel. I remembered this one vaguely. I played an idealistic and brave young man who tried to overcome the cynicism of the other characters.
5. Next to the review was an editorial I had written, excoriating the school’s administration for making students do janitorial work, especially when the unemployment rate was over 10%. Around that time, I had established a Marx-Engels study circle and was adamant about workers’ rights, particularly if violating them forced me to sweep the stairs with an uncomfortably short-handled broom.
Unexpectedly, Edward Herriman’s death had some unexpected repercussions on me as I contemplated the new year from my snug bed. The main one is a new vision of myself as an adolescent.
Though I often think back to those days, they are a little hazy. I had just come to the USA a couple of years before, after several years speaking just Hebrew, before that go to a number of schools in Pakistan and Australia. I have always assumed that I was probably a hopelessly awkward dork lurking on the edges of the crowd. The fact that I had plum roles in four or five school plays and was usually chosen to play a naive, idealistic youth suggests something quite different about how I was viewed by the students and teachers. I am now starting to see that I was actually a part of a circle of artists, actors, and writers, a political idealist and a bit of a firebrand.
My point in starting off the new year with this story is not just to stroll down memory lane. To me, it’s about the importance of art-making, risk-taking, and preserving our cultural past. My little example shows us how art can crystallize who we are and how important it is to preserve that for the future, not just so we can create memoir, but so we can have a clearer sense of the inks between us, of the unreliability of memory, and that we never know when one insight will connect with another to create and reveal something new.
It is so important to allow our creative expression to go where it will, not to control it and lock it into the compartments and definitions we think suit it today. What I thought about art-making in general or particular at fifteen and what is think about decades later is one thing or another, but the art itself, as the Romans pointed out, is long while life is increasingly short.
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Reblogged this on barry comer and commented:
I cannot begin without an ending, without conclusions from journeys taken.
Do you still speak Evrit? Shalom!
I would have seen you as very cool then.
And you think i am no longer cool? Mah lassot….
Memory is indeed a tricky thing. Great reconnections.
Danny, you are still on fire! I truly believe that if we can leave this earth knowing we have made it even just a little better than before we were here, we’ve done our job as Humans. The beneficial impact you have left so far in this world has been large, and you ain’t done yet!
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I wonder if you have any of your journals from back then. I know we all tend to cringe at our teenage writings, but when we’re teenagers, we have such open minds and hearts. It’s when we all catch fire. Great picture of you, btw.
Hi, Danny! Happy New Year of drawing and painting! Funny old world these days with the ability to google up our past selves! These days you are still lighting fires of joy in art! Thanks!
The last line will get me back on track..I must get busy with some art making/healing😉📙🎨
Thank you !
“So we can have a clearer sense of the INKS between us….”? Great Freudian slip…