Waiting for Godot on the Road Home October 17, 2012
Posted by The Typist in Back of Town, Gentilly, je me souviens, New Orleans, NOLA, Treme.Tags: Waiting for Godot
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A new post up at the Treme blog Back of Town, on the scene from Waiting for Godot and my own experience of the play.
I thought it was my house. A left-side double with a carport on the right attached to the next door neighbor’s single-level ranch. My stomach knotted convulsively. The panic bands tightened around my chest. A wave of Permanent Traumatic Stress Disorder, the tension of being transported into a scene I didn’t quite remember, being among the hundreds turned away every night from the Gentilly production of Waiting for Godot in 2007 but I knew the play, knew the text, knew the essential and painful rightness of it like a necessary amputation. I had only been there in spirit but had gone home the last night and after dispirited drinks at the Circle Bar I wrote in the small hours of the morning my reaction to a play I had just not seen.
That could be my house.
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