They brought a woman from the street And made her sit in the stalls By threats By bribes By flattery Obliging her to share a little of her life with actors
But I don't understand art
Sit still, they said
But I don't want to see sad things
Sit still, they said
And she listened to everything Understanding some things But not others Laughing rarely, and always without knowing why Sometimes suffering disgust Sometimes thoroughly amazed And in the light again, said
If that's art I think it is hard work It was beyond me So much beyond my actual life
But something troubled her Something gnawed her peace And she came a second time, armoured with friends
Sit still, she said
And again, she listened to everything This time understanding different things This time untroubled that some things Could not be understood Laughing rarely but now without shame Sometimes suffering disgust Sometimes thoroughly amazed And in the light again said
This is art, it is hard work And one friend said, too hard for me And the other said, if you will I will come again Because I found it hard I felt honoured
“Olya…” she wiped her nose, “poor little thing, like a bird with a broken wing she was.”
Madame Solovyov moved to leave, lifting her purse and adjusting her jacket as she made her way to the aisle.
“You know,” she said, addressing Dmitri her back still toward him, her gaze fixed upon and lit by the setting of the sun, “I never met a man who wasn’t in love with her. Not one.” She sniffed lightly. “Not until I met you.”
Her eyes closed in contemplation.
Dmitri remained motionless but felt a surge of heat beneath his overcoat.
“To think,” she mused, her eyes cold and dead, “the one man she truly gave her heart to treated it like a rag.”
She readjusted the lace at the collar of her bodice, “What men would’ve done for a scrap of her love…” then, giving him a sobering stare, “What you did with a diamond.”
“But I have done nothing.”
“Indeed,” she said.
She eyed him over her shoulder, before glancing once more upon the grave then disappearing into the mist of the morning.
- Trying to get involved in Snapchat (@alsilbs) and finding my ouvre in the "Sad Series" (posted as Sad Reindeer and Tzad Tzeitel on Instagram.)
- Making history with my fellow Americans
- Voting for our first female president of the United States of America! (#ImWithHer)
- Gathering myself, my personal and communal missions, and my hope, post-election.This is going to be hard, but I feel galvanized and motivated to care about my world in new ways. As Pericles stated, "Just because you do not take an interest in politics doesn't mean politics won't take an interest in you."
- Truly starting to feel like myself again, health wise...
- Enjoying the fruits of our labor (union) when our union won a #FairWageOnStage!
- Basking in the sheer, unadulterated badassery of my mom, MamaSilbs
Fiddler LONDON cast!
- Singing at Joe's Pub with (the Noel Coward to my Gerturde Lawrence) Lance Horne
- Enjoying a Fiddler-London reunion at Joe's Pub!
- Bidding farewell to our original Mama extraordinaire, Jessica Hecht
- Welcoming the one and only (4-time Tony nominee, original Broadway Cosette,Betty, Svetlana and Mrs. Bechdel, VOICE OF POCHA-FREAKIN-HONTAS, and good friend) Judy Kuhn as our new Golde.
Don't be jealous.
- Reading reading reading:
- The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene
- The Magical Chorus by Solomon Volkov
- The Art of Memoir by Mary Karr
- Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie
- The Art of Possibility by Rosamund Stone Zander , Benjamin Zander (I highly recommend listening to the authors read this on Audible.comthere are dozens of musical examples that are present in the audio version that enhance the experience immensely!)
- OMFG OMFG: Enjoying my 'Murder, She Wrote' makeup bag (purchased from Etsy)
- Having the honor of witnessing my soulmate friend Amy Jo Jackson get married in NYC. She was an authentic and glittering bride.
- And also sharing some wonderful memories with dear friend Nikka Lanzarone (which included going over her maid-of-honor speech in the creepy AF train car of The McKittrick Hotel...)
- Decorating my "Christmakuh tree" with a dozen beautiful owl ornaments!
- Beholding the antics of MamaSilbs' Chloe the Cat
- Closing Fiddler on the Roof on Broadway (GUYS: ...can you believe I was in Fiddler on the Roof ...on Broadway?) . Saying goodbye to a very real and very dear new family that shall forever remain a part of the fabric of my psyche.
- The glow of Christmas
- The miracle of Hanukkah
- The joys of a New Year
- Mega New York City Snow!
- Starting a new chapter, with new values and lesson, in a new year of 2017
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