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A note about Changes and the upcoming Advent Season

I’ve just updated my website. In the Shakespeare section I talk about retiring from doing the impersonations. Tim Orr, the Producing Director of the CSF, graciously received all my costumes and informed me that my name would be sewn into each one. I also gave them the last of my stage weapons, which ends the Weapon Master phase of my career. The fifty or so books also went to the CSF library; they ranged from compendiums of the plays to books about Hemmings and Condell (co-sharers in the King’s Men) and their roles and business choices. I never memorized a script for Shakespeare. I learned everything I could about the man and his times, and would talk and answer questions using that knowledge as it would spontaneously return to me in the moment. The decision to stay in Costa Rica makes the donations imperative (why gather dust). I haven’t given up Shakespeare.

Now I am working on creating the Fearless Creativity Shakespeare scripts for teachers. We use the collection of theatre games as warm-up and cohesion-building tools for both classroom and rehearsal groups. We need teachers to test the Fearless Creativity material. I would welcome any of you who are teachers (or know a likely candidate) to join us in the exploration.  Contact me here or by email.

2022 Advent Season:

I’ll send out a Haiku, and participants can send one in response or write one of their own for the week.

Twelve Days of Christmas : Riddle 6

6 · January 6th
I know of one steadfast standing in place,
Both deaf and dumb who daily swallows
Grand gifts from a servant’s hand.
A dark-stained thane brings her treasure, 
A fortune finer than gold. Many seek this marvel
For profit and pleasure — kings, queens, princes…
I will not yet give a name to that race of shapers
Who make riches which this rash lady readily swallows.

What am I?

Twelve Days of Christmas : Riddle 5

5 · January 4th
I am the protector of the people, 
With a belly bound with bands and jewels,
And filled with old treasures. Often,
By day, I spit forth spear-terror,
The more in my belly the better I slay.
Often I swallow battle weapons,
Dark-brown spears, poisoned arrow-points.
My womb-board is beautiful to proud warriors, 
Who may remember what I thrust through my mouth.

What am I?

Twelve Days of Christmas : Riddle 3

3 · December 31st
My garment is of silver, shimmering-gray,
Spun with garnets bright-red.
I mislead the foolish, and trap those of quiet resolve.
Why they love me — lured from mind,
With naked nerves — is a riddle-relic. 
I resist all who would wrestle with me;
Old and young alike I throw to the turf.
If they would still praise my great power, 
In honor they lift aloft the precious treasure. 
But in the dregs of habit they will find destruction.

What am I?

Twelve Days of Christmas : Riddle 1

1 · December 27th
I am noble born, but known to rest
In the quiet keeping of rich and poor alike.
I am the joy of plunderers, who will reveal me,
To a stranger ere to friends, whether I proclaim
The wealth of cities, the splendor of halls, or the glory of God.
The wise most like my strange way of offering wisdom
To many without once speaking a word.
Earth-dwellers eagerly seek my foot-marks
But often I hide my tracks.

What am I?

rain on a tin roof

My mother died some years ago but she spent her childhood in Missouri. Though her dialect was western her speech was peppered with Missouri phrases: you “stulpnagle”, “he’s barkin’ up the wrong tree”, “like the pot callin’ the kettle black”, “first your money, then your clothes, then it rains, then it snows – life’s the drizzling sh++s.” 

rain on a tin roof
          “I can’t hardly hear myself think”
                   my Missouri born mother would say

Br. ‘Chuck‘ Wilcox BA, MA, UMd.Zen-Dudeist Whisperer
Bus Bench Specialist

sunny morn

Most people who come to Costa Rica come at this time of the year; the sun is shining, the air is clear, gentle breezes predominate.  It’s a great time to lie on the beach and get a suntan. This is especially true at this time of snow and deep cold as I hear reported in the U.S. mid country. Even on a day like today when it is quite cool in the mountains it’s still a lot warmer than in Texas.

bright sunny morn.
easily, burned, bruised, and bleeding 
an old man’s skin

Br. ‘Chuck‘ Wilcox BA, MA, UMd.Zen-Dudeist Whisperer
Bus Bench Specialist