last night i attended a new play 'another day in bagdad' by david a. tucker, II. based on his experiences as a reserve officer in iraq, it reminded me so much of vietnam i had trouble sleeping after. summary: the call-up is followed by a year's duty, two killed, one wounded, and ends with a second call-up after that. the show ends with a projection of names, those from this area who've died. as an afterward, the playwright answered questions very thoughtfully. he had, however, no resolution to the conflict, but said the situation in afghanistan demanded attention and to fight a war on two fronts classically disastrous (not to mention the possibility of three.)
first thing this morning, i did find an echo of my own thoughts: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/02/us/politics/02obama.html?th&emc=th i'm sure like nixon going to china, this is what's necessary.
though i never showed it, and it was never performed, pruned and fine-tuned for production, i did write a play about vietnam in 1967: www.pbase.com/wwp/red this is what it felt like on the home-front. and david said last night the disconnection of the american populance from the present war very troublesome.
i've never felt too good writing about politics, for a poet lives in the world of absolutes and perfection. in reality we must operate in the realm of the possible.
ah, getting back to this world has been tough. i've been out in the park taking fall pictures at least every other morning: www.pbase.com/wwp/creek
