Back when I was living in New York, I had one of the best teachers one could ever have. Upon leaving his advanced class to go live in Los Angeles we were in class doing "Spoon River Anthology"-poems. One of the most beautiful experiences I've ever had of poetry. With the technique he was teaching, the poems jumped off the page and became alive. His favorite, which I was honored to be given the incredibly hard task of performing, was titled Fiddler Jones . Yesterday before starting rehearsal of our new play that we're premiering at the end of the month, good ol' Fiddler popped into my brain, but I could only remember parts of it, so I had to look it up. I will learn it once more, because this is a piece I want to keep at heart, always: The earth keeps some vibration going There in your heart, and that is you. And if the people find you can fiddle, Why, fiddle you must, for all your life. What do you see, a harvest of clover? Or a meadow to walk through to the...
