Linda Mussmann's Blog

PHEDRE

We had some tech problems with the first go at the National Theater of London's PHEDRE. We are working with the tech-men and women to iron out the errors. IN the meantime we are getting ready for the Big Barn BBQ in Ancramdale New York---this event is a repeat of last year complete with Jesse Lege' and his great Cajun Band. a beautiful Barn and a site in the country in the beautiful Hudson Valley.
August 1, Saturday night get ready to dance to the tunes of the Cajun Beat. Tickets are selling fast. (call office 518-822-8448 to get on the invitation list.
or e-mail fyi@timeandspace.org
As for what's happening at TSL become a member and be the first to know what there is to know.
More movies starting this week----FOREVER & UNMISTAKEN CHILD, some free movies in the park in beautiful downtown Hudson, NY(starting July 10th with SITA SINGS THE BLUES and more and more.
And there are the construction projects going on...come by get a tour...things are happening.
see you soon.
AND it is summer believe it.
The garden (ROPE ALLEY HOME GARDEN) and the ROPE ALLEY HOME GARDEN'S BEES are working over time---thanks to Claudia and Farmer Daniel. we are eating very very well this summer. Greens galore.

TSL UNDER CONSTRUCTION & THEN SOME

TSL is going to be working on a lot of new projects for the coming next couple of years. Please read the up-coming calendar carefully and we will keep you up on what we are changing.
This is a great time to be at TSL.
We have a lot of new things to offer.
It is the beginning of summer and there will be lots of movies at tsl and some free movies at the little pocket park on the 300 block of Warren Street starting July 10th. Thanks to the City of Hudson and the Parc Foundation and yours truly TSL for making this possible.
And there is some new media coming next week via the satellite dishes: PHEDRE starring Helen Miren (National Theater of London).
And more and more.
Plus 4 MET OPERAS this summer.
if you are not a member of tsl please sign up lickety split.
Right now I am reading some great books: LOOK HOMEWARD ANGEL by Thomas Wolfe. Here are two paragraphs from the book that I like:
Chapter 3
"In the great processional of the years through which the history of the Gants was evolving, few years had borne a heavier weight of pain, terror, and wretchedness, and none was destined to bring with it more conclusive events than that year which marked the beginning of the twentieth century. For Gant and his wife, the year 1900, in which one day they found themselves, after growing to maturity in another century----a transition which must have given, wherever it has happened, a brief but poignant loneliness to thouusands of imaginative people---had coincidences, too striking to be unnoticed, with other boundaries in their lives.
In that year Gant passed his fiftieth birthday: he knew he was half as old as the century that had died, and that men do not often live as long as centuries. And in that year, too, Eliza, big with the last child she would ever have, went over the final hedge of terror and desperation and, in the opulent darkness of the summer night, as she lay flat in her bed with her hands upon her swollen belly, she began to design her life for the years when she would cease to be a mother." from Thomas Wolfe LOOK HOMEWARD ANGEL
I think these words. I have lived 1/2 of my life in the 20th century and now am in the 21st. I am thinking about this transition.
Wolfe lived a short life. Wolfe was born Oct. 3, 1900 and died Sept. 15, 1938.
he was the child that he describes in this passage.

INTERNSHIPS FOR TSL

Looking for interns for fall session for TSL.
Work with youth, theater, and all parts of a non-profit theater organization.
send inquiry and resume' to Linda Mussmann
FYI@timeandspace.org
VALENTINO starts this week and SITA SINGS THE BLUES is back for a limited engagement.
MAGIC FLUTE and PHEDRE tickets on sale.
now!!!! hurry they don't last long.
stop by, volunteer, big barn event coming at you AUG. 1.
not to be missed.

MEMORIAL DAY & THEN SOME

The memory is a place where things are stored.
In storing items in the memory box it can be retrieved for a later time.
My mother kept things in her memory and in places.
The places were books, or boxes or drawers or shelves and so on and so on. As time went by the dust collected on the memories and the boxes and the shelves and so on and so on.
As time went by the memory of the mind seemed to hold on to the thoughts of days gone by.
The memory seemed to be the thread that kept the link between then and now alive.
The memory for Proust was a source of creative energy.
The memory for John Cage was something that he dismissed as not useful. John said he remembered little. He was a man of the moment and so on and so on.
I remember the start of the war in Iraq. It was hard to believe that we would make war in Iraq.
It goes on and on and so on.
I remember lot of things
and in the remembering things
the lines and shapes change
and the blur of time cuts and pastes things in different sequences and so on and so on.
"It is a thing to remember!" shouts the mother, wife, daughter, son who loses the son, father, lover to war.
One wonders the price of freedom.
One dreams that there will be no more war and yet we can't spend enough on weapons.
We seek a way to the light that will free us of our obsession for war to make peace and so on and so on.
Is this possible or is the memory quickly erased in these days of digital memory where the digits are the source of our memory. The analogue is gone. We can no longer unwind the reel. The memory is quick to reconstruct and print a new hero, a new solution, a new idol, a new war.
The erasing is a push of the button.
The instant is the instant
and forever is
a thing of the past.

MAY 2009

TSL guest speaker was Frida Berrigan who reported on the state of all the nukes that are in the world and where they are and why it costs a lot to live with these very dangerous weapons in our world and why it might be nice to move away from this threat. check out the NEW AMERICA FOUNDATION and read about it http://www.newamerica.net/people/frida_berrigan

All kinds of things happening here at TSL. It is INTERN time. If you are up for a place in our organization we are interviewing for summer interns. e-mail fyi@timeandspace.org
And the last opera of the season LA CENERENTOLA Sunday May 17th at 1pm and some BEST of the MET coming this summer....to be announced.
and great films this week-end. OBLIVION and SITA SINGS THE BLUES and don't forget become a member join the chaos of art and life all mixed up into one big jumpin' place called TSL conveniently located here in beautiful downtown Hudson, New York,
The place named after the great discoverer Henry Hudson who discovered it long after it was discovered by others. but he takes the credit.
The Indians had a another name it was: according to Wikepedia:
The Hudson River, called Muh-he-kun-ne-tuk , the Great Mohegan by the Iroquois,[1][2][3] or as the Lenape Native Americans called it in Unami, Muhheakantuck, is a 315-mile (507 km) river that flows from north to south through eastern New York. It begins in the Adirondack Mountains, flows past the Capital District, and then forms the border between New York City and New Jersey at its mouth before emptying into the Upper New York Bay. Its lower half is an estuary, experiencing tidal influence as far north as Troy.[4] And the one and only TSL is located not far from the banks of the Hudson River. You can get to TSL by boat, train, car, bicycle, horse, foot, or by helicopter. Call for reservations we are often very busy.

IN MY ROOM

In my room there is Bach.
The sound that fills silence with swift repeating notes.
The slide of the bow across the strings...the contra and the counter...all arranged by thoughts translated one then to another one.
"I like my life"...said one to another.
"I like my wife"...said the farmer to the cow.
"A wife is a cow is a love story"... said Gertrude Stein.
and so on and so on.
Time changes.
The wind blows the door closes and another door opens.
We sleep.
We dream.
We row against the stream.
It is hard to return.
One never goes home.
What is home?
Is it the place from?
or
Is it the place to?
or
Is it the place being in the present?

The remembrance of things past.
The time and the tunnel.
The trigger and the gun.
The snake and the grass.
Yes.... then who knows the will and the way?
Yhe tire and the tread.
The harbor and the haste...is then there a way north then?
dogs and sleds then
and organized labor.
Time to re-collect.... is this suite... a tune and a rest.
Time and the tiger and so on and so on
is the there still burning in the night Mr. Blake.

NEW WORK

NEW WORK coming your way in June.
We will be having some new theater projects cookin' at TSL.
Some with TSL YOUTH and some with the TSL company.
if you are interested and want to help????
contact.
LInda at FYI@timeandspace.org
also we have installed some bees at our ROPE ALLEY HOME GARDEN if you are interested in knowing more about this??? it is a great time to help out the coming season by putting bees in place that will help make things grow.
We can't do this without the help of the bees.
YES time is the essence on this idea...contact linda.
AND
if you want to know more about the TSL YOUTH SPACE
(under construction....I can do that too--now giving tours)
CINCO DE MAYO coming your way...this is how you can help.
check website for more info www.timeandspace.org

THIS AMERICAN LIFE

THis Saturday April 25 at 2pm THIS AMERICAN LIFE (ENCORE) will be presented at tsl.
This is a great opportunity to see IRA GLASS and his famous show live on the big screen.
Call TSL for reservations 519-822-8448
Also on the main stage we will be featuring a performance by WORD OF MOUTH at 8pm don't miss that on Saturday night.
And on Sunday at 1pm we will screen for the last time LUCIA DI LAMMERMOOR starting at 1pm.
CINCO DE MAYO will be celebrated at TSL on MAY 5th great food, cash bar and funds go to the TSL YOUTH SUMMER PROJECTS.
join us and get a sneak preview of the new (under construction YOUTH SPACE) here at TSL, Hudson, New York.
INTERNSHIPS available at tsl for theater projects and all things related to keeping the TSL ship afloat.
So here we go a nice day.
The sun is shinning and we hope.
****interns write fyi@timeandspace.org for inquiry.
Linda.

HOPE IS

Hope is an unintended consequence of fear.
Hope is what we base our dreams on---yes.
Hope is the last best chance to get out of a crisis.
Hope is the investment.
Hope is the wealth of the poor.
Hope is the lottery ticket and the first breath.
Hope is the door opening.
Hope is the thing we wait for.
Hope is the risk at dawn.
Hope is the rope cut in time
Hope is the icing on the cake.
Hope is the knock at the door.
Hope is the skate on thin ice.
and the list goes on and on
it is as long as the idea of hope itself.
or as Sam Beckett (one of my favorite writers says;)
in Waiting for Godot -- Act 1
Estragon says: Vladimir ... Hope deferred maketh the something sick, who said that?
It is April and spring brings hope and the idea of gardens, and starting again...yes to begin again and again....don't you love it?

107

My mother would be 107 if she had lived. Her birthday is April 24th.
That is a number that is hard to think about for me.
Time passes.
We grow.
We change.
We tread on the earth to make our mark.
We follow the path of those before us and some go another way and carve yet another path.
My mother knew nothing of the internet.
She never received an e-mail.
She studied the catechism on her way to school as she rode in the horse drawn buggy.
She bore 4 children.
She was born and died on her beloved farm.
She led a charmed life in many ways.
And in many ways lived a life driven by coincident and accident.
She is gone and leaves behind the legacy of a mother, a parent, a lover, a teacher, a wife, a daughter, and more.
Now shadows and gestures make me think of her.
And yes ..... some glances in the mirror remind me that she is here and not here...that she is now an idea, a memory, a series of little remembrances...just like Proust...