April 2012
12 posts
From an interview on his play Billy Bishop Goes to War written and produced in Canada in 1980s and why it didn’t go Broadway or gain mass appeal in America:
“Look, Americans aren’t particularly interested in anyone but themselves. They’re a big, imperial country. The primary characteristic of imperial countries is that they think the world revolves around them. They don’t like countries next door to them behaving like foreign countries. So here they are watching people from another country perform a play about someone who shot down more people than Rickenbacker in a war they didn’t win. They don’t want to see it.”
So many things still ring true on a larger scale of things.
Floating past time like
A single leaf
On the silver lake.
Copywright@NoyonimaHassan
Oh brother, dear father, my lover, old friend,
I have let you down
I always let you down.
It’s a war, great war,
That rebels inside
That repels inside
Like the panic and whispering cry
Of young children trapped
Inside
A fiery room with their hair burning
Their eyeballs dissolving
Melting and burning
Like my eyes do now.
It’s a war, dear friend,
That I am fighting, I am
truly fighting
The brains oppose and shatter
For words, a clear wavelength
Of connection and ease
While I stutter with a knife in my hand
In my brain
The bloodshed committed
I am fighting, constantly
I promise you I am fighting
Old friend,
I have let you down
I always let you down.
Date: April 2nd 2012
- copywright@NoyonimaHassan