We did so many interesting, thought-provoking, and diverse things this weekend that I figured I’d better write ’em down before I forgot.
Saturday, we watched the Jon Stewart rally, walked downtown via the boardwalk, which was crawling with zombies here for the Zombie Walk (we apparently broke the world record), and saw a double feature at our local art movie house — Howl (about Alan Ginsberg, his poem, and the obscenity trial it occasioned) and The Agony and Ecstasy of Phil Spector (an unsettling, fascinating interview-based documentary exploring Spector’s life, character, and work). Sunday, we went into the city and saw Lanford Wilson’s Balm in Gilead (think Iceman Cometh; think Don Henley’s “Sunset Grill”; think Wilson’s own Hot’l Baltimore) at T. Schreiber Studio.
The overall effect of these disparate influences was to remind me of the overwhelming need to be tolerant, to rise above and reach out across divisions, prejudices, and preconceptions. It is so easy to be mean, callous, cruel. It is so much more important to be open minded and free of uninformed judgment. I had my consciousness raised and my conscience tweaked by powerful art, unexpected exegesis, and watching people come together to do something silly.
It was an uplifting weekend, a stimulating weekend, a peaceful weekend. A reminder and a reason to keep the flame of tolerance and understanding burning brightly.