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rooms of America? I don't know about you, but
at Josh & 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 poem, 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. |
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