The story of Peter Pan was something that charmed and slightly scared me in childhood: lost boys, lost mothers, not being able to get home... And I get Mary Martin's voice in my head, singing the phrase "never never land" from the musical play, and her wonderful rendition of "I Won't Grow Up." Did I actually see this play, on tour? I think so, yes! Did we have the record of it? I don't know.
Somewhere in there I also saw the Disney animated feature, also charming.
Anyhoo, some Peter Pan and Never-land inspired poems are up today at Escape Into Life, by Sally Rosen Kindred, along with other fairy tale evocations and enchanting but scary art by Ai Shinohara. (Is that beautiful fish eating that girl's heart out?)
I've been phenomenally busy with the play, Middletown. One of my fellow actresses also loves Peter Pan. It's the last weekend of the show, coming up after 3 much-needed restful days off, with real spring outside, yellow tulips blooming, white bleeding heart, lavender creeping phlox.
Last night I watched Finding Neverland again, with Johnny Depp and Kate Winslet, and that sweet, sweet boy, but I fell asleep....
"You must change your life," said Rilke. So that's what I keep doing. I've been an encyclopedia editor, a poetry editor, an actor and director, a library clerk, and an assistant professor of English. Now I'm a freelancer, work part time in a library, blog "eight days a week," study the random, tend perennials, and listen to birdsong.