|What goes on in the living
rooms of America? I don't know about you, but
& Haruko's one Saturday each month, the
name of the game is Performance Potluck.
The kitchen table is piled with delicious food,
people stand shoulder to shoulder,
laughing, chatting, patiently waiting to fill
their plates. After everyone has eaten,
we assemble in the living room, orange walls and
ceiling, adjacent to the "stage"
--just a little bit of floor in a completely blue
room, yellow-walled and -ceilinged
kitchen visible through an arched doorway. Their
monochrome paint schemes feel
cozy and warm as a playhouse. What follows next is
combination show-and-tell and
talent show, with poems, songs, Butoh, film shorts, skits,
etc. I recited Sarah's
she read mine, and
thus everyone learned more than they needed to
know about us.
This is what I mean by community--people
gathering to share food and creativity. I
imagine gatherings like this were more common in
the days before TV. Assembling in
private w/out a permit is the last bit of
freedom we have left. I'm serious. You can't do
anything in public. A friend was recently arrested
for carrying a "George [Harrison]
Is Dead" sign outside and several people at the
Potluck had been pepper sprayed
on New Year's Eve by police in riot gear
simply for parading and playing music
in the street. Why not make it your
resolution to meet your neighbors, cover the TV
with a sheet, and fight the powers that be?
Freedom is more than a flag on an SUV.