1991. I had the transformational opportunity to perform in your work
at Penumbra Theatre in St. Paul, MN.
this was my first professional production.
what a rite of passage, to take on your words, the dance of them, the physicality of them,
and to perform them, conjure the work with a distinguished group of black creative folx.
to don the minstrel mask, legacy through picking cotton, lindy-hopping and grooving till we arrived into the 70’s, where the spell unfolds through our impassioned voices.
to transport ourselves into that bar/club, that part of NYC, to embody those ‘actor’ characters as they shared, poeticized, strutted, expressed dimensions of blackness that both awakened and mystified my own blackness.
I sang a song that was not meant for me
played a guitar that was never more than plucking strings
kissed a woman deeply with all of my queer breath held tightly
and stumbled to break open my creative universe
i’m still stumbling… with the spell of your work still nurturing/resting in my soul
I say you name
give offering to sweeten your palate
soften your pathway to foreverness
pull back into the words of the spells you have crafted
I call your name acknowledging you amongst the creative ancestors who profoundly shaped/changed the way we/I expressed and experience theatre/performance
sssssssssssssssspelllllll number SEVEN!