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Hanna Ranch Despite the Odds

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If one accepts symbolism, then the idea of Mother Nature, is surely the feminine aspect of reality. And as global chaos reminds us every day, the Mother is having a fit. Our environmental urgencies are like menstrual outbursts…the damn is breaking. Some say these changes are inevitable; most think that we have toyed with the earth for too long…she’s mad as hell and not gonna take it anymore.

 Hanna Ranch tells the story of a four generation cattle ranch in Colorado. These are hard- working people who really look good in cowboy hats. The Hanna family suffered when Clark, the patriarch was killed in a freak accident and leadership fell to the hands of the sons… …from the original family and a second group, the Frosts, who joined the posse when the mom, a widow, married  a neighbor rancher. That’s a lot of land and a lot of fighting kids.

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The family members each give their side of the story and it is Shakespearean in its drama and impending tragedy. Brother against brother, big expansion against the purity of the ranch. Kirk Hanna, the dynamic and visionary second son takes the reins and leads his ranch to becoming environmentally friendly; he’s a first to do this in his world makes daring moves. All of his progress, however, is weighed against a deteriorating relationship with an older brother Steve, converted to  Mormanism, and much less interested in keeping the homestead whole.

I’ve been to these parts, it’s stunning and this film shows Colorado’s beauty off to great advantage. One of the producers is Eric Schlosser of Food Nation. He helps relate this family tale as well as explain the intricacies of ranching and the importance of grassland to our world. Mitch Dickman, the director, really knows and seems to love his subject, patiently leading his story along, as we get to graze in the lushness of Zachary Armstrong’s cinematography.

The golden cowboy Kirk may be too utopian for his own good. His world is not keeping pace with his dreams. When Kirk’s baby half- brother Jay rides his pony up to a butte and stays there, in grief, we are reminded of Kirk Douglas’s Jack Burns in Lonely Are the Brave, struggling to get his horse across a speeding freeway.

For me, the issues with his brother Steve are not fully realized; did the Mormon church put a spell on Kirk that sent him into a downward spiral?  I would like to hear a more honest reckoning from this side of the tale, but perhaps it’s still too touchy for the truth to come to light.

 

What we do discover is that the feminine, his wife Ann and two daughters, twenty years later, are now the stewards of the land and they like Kirk work to keep it whole. The mothers prevails.

 

Soon at the Quad.photo by lambstar

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May 8, 2014 at 4:18 am

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory, no one can steal.

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ImageThis quote refers to both plays infused with Irish sensibility.

 

A lovely revival of Sea Marks has opened at the Irish Repertory Theatre. The play was written by one time television god, Gardner Mckay, star of the sixties hit Adventures in Paradise. I feel strangely close to this play as Mr. Mckay lived in my apartment in here while working on changes for its New York debut. The play won the “Los Angeles Drama Critic’s Circle Award” for Best Play in 1979.

Sea Marks tells the story of a lonely virgin fisherman (Colm Primrose) from a remote island in Ireland who falls for woman from Liverpool (Timothea Stiles) he meets at a wedding. Writing her, they develop a relationship primarily driven by his passionate prose. He speaks of life in ways foreign to urban ears and it’s his poetic voice that brings them together.

 

Facing his fears, he goes to the big city where he finds himself entrenched in the glories of first love and overwhelmed by the onslaught of sudden celebrity. It’s hard to imagine in this day and age of anyone turning down the chance to be famous…but not everyone is Colm Primrose.

 

Besides the celebrity issue, the innocence of the man is  a wee hard to buy except that Patrick Ftizgerald does such a good job of making Colm quirky and original, that we do indeed buy it. As Timothea is written, Xanthe Elbrick  has a real challenge. The character is so coolly tempered. She is ambitious and loves her urban life and also loves Colm, but it’s sometimes not clear whether she is interested in being his agent more than a lover. Still, her surprising independence is refreshing and though I was confused somewhat by the accent choices, Welsh to Liverpool to London, she is a strong partner for this budding love affair.

 

Lighting and sound are  evocative of the seascape we all dream of running to.

 

Beautifully directed by Ciarán O’Reilly,  Sea Marks never lets the fish tale become more important than the emotions of the lovers who get caught in its net.

 

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At another Irish inluenced theatre, the Cell, has been showcasing The International, an amazing production by the Origin Theatre Company. Written by first time writer, actor Tim Ruddy, the play explores the horrors and occasional humanities of the Balkan War, seen through the vistas of three separate characters linked through time and space.

 

Carey van Driest as the Balkan villager is every lover, daughter and mother who has had to withstand the atrocities of war at her doorstep. She effuses warmth and charm as the local native who holds on to hope until the word is erased from her mind. She is the center for this three person piece…the one you root and perhaps even pray for.

 

The UN solder Hans, played by Timothy Carter shares with us his confusion at what his job requires. Is he there to actually help these people he has begun to admire? And what about his own fear and the life back in the Netherlands that he wants to protect? No character could have felt as impotent as this poor Hans, the soldier without direction.

 

As the lost American Dave, played by Ted Schneider, is unemployed, depressed and riveted by the possibility of watching a war on television and even betting on the outcome. The goal? Disneyland! He is real as well as a metaphor for the lack of comprehension most Americans exhibited during this horrible history. Has it changed much, however, with equally incomprehensible atrocities happening in Africa and Syria every day?

 Many questions are raised in this riveting show which should be seen by everyone in the political sphere who can make decisions for our exhausted war worn world. By witnessing this play, one is also being a witness to history.. The truths of the emotions of these three characters have been so beautifully written by a man who never visited Bosnia, but who as an actor has the empathy to truly understand the lives of others.

 

Christopher Randolph directed this production, keeping it moving elegantly along from one voice to the other; separate at first and then closer and closer as the three distinct worlds begin to collide.

 

The play is no longer at the Cell but keep eyes opened for productions at other venues. It should not be ignored.

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May 4, 2014 at 4:21 am

lygia clark at Moma

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fuzzy on purpose..

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The retrospective of Lygia Clark, Brazilian artist opens at Moma. SheImage says she used the frame to open up the painting allowing the external space to influence the internal composition…my attempts at playing with her Mobius ideas peeks through to a body being touched from her therapy period.

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lygia clark at Moma

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The retrospective of Lygia Clark, Brazilian artist opens at Moma. SheImage says she used the frame to open up the painting allowing the external space to influence the internal composition…my attempts at playing with her Mobius ideas peeks through to a body being touched from her therapy period.

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April 30, 2014 at 11:05 pm

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Banksy–I’m For Sale

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Dear Mr. Banksy,
If you are looking for available canvas for your delightful images that;comment on modern life, what better spot to paint than above my eyes. My forehead I assure you is quite wide and spacious with only a modicum of wrinkle to  affect the brush stroke. I walk around all over and go on public transportation, so that a wide viewership is possible. I’m also ready to take a trip if you would like a bi-national tour of my head and promise not to wear hats with visors in even the hottest climes.

Be assured that if someone wants to take my head so that they can own your work, I will put up a very big fight. Since I believe scalping has been outlawed, you should feel confident that your art will stay right where you put it …on my forehead.

If because of the glare of attention, I develop a pimple above my eyebrows, I will make myself available for you to re touch if you feel the aesthetics have been jeopardized by Mother Nature’s participation.  And it goes without saying, that I will cut my bangs.

Please let me know your thoughts. My butt cheek was painted for my film on old Malcolm McLaren so you can see that I’m serious when I make this offer. I live to serve art.

Your public servant,

Nancy Cohen=koan

ps. my little dog has also volunteered though her forehead is much smaller and quite fuzzy

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April 16, 2014 at 2:27 pm

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Women…just want more than F…un…gathering strength at the UN

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Image ts, Without going into UN-speak and trilling off lots of initials for groups that I’m only just becoming familiar with, let me say that events at the fifty-eighth session of the Commission on the Status of Women this week and next is a welcome energy in our all too male-centered consciousness.

Non-governmental organizations, ok, NGOs, from all regions of the world attend. It is the principal global policy-making body dedicated exclusively to gender equality and advancement of women.

This year’s main focus is on violence against women and sadly we know this comes in many forms: from control of women’s sexual reproductive rights, to inadequate care of pregnant women, to sexual trafficking of women and children and to prostitution.

The statistics are harrowing, the tales unforgiveable; and yet, they are all out in the open of New York, to be hammered, previsioned and sent back to the world, with new…

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March 14, 2014 at 2:14 pm

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Women…just want more than F…un…gathering strength at the UN

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Imagets, Without going into UN-speak and trilling off lots of initials for groups that I’m only just becoming familiar with, let me say that events at the fifty-eighth session of the Commission on the Status of Women this week and next is a welcome energy in our all too male-centered consciousness.

Non-governmental organizations, ok, NGOs, from all regions of the world attend. It is the principal global policy-making body dedicated exclusively to gender equality and advancement of women.

This year’s main focus is on violence against women and sadly we know this comes in many forms: from control of women’s sexual reproductive rights, to inadequate care of pregnant women, to sexual trafficking of women and children and to prostitution.

The statistics are harrowing, the tales unforgiveable; and yet, they are all out in the open of New York, to be hammered, previsioned and sent back to the world, with new ideas on how to fix. It will be much harder to ignore the issues when they have been brought so close to all of our lives through NGO’s first hand experiences.

A panel today featured women who had been prostitutes. I will not say worked as prostitutes because they refuse to be identified with the 70’s concept of sexual worker. It is not work. It is a way to make very little money when all other doors are closed. The stories varied, but always they shared the common thread of having no other emotional or physical support. Some had come from an abusive situation and related to their mother’s passivity. Another, at 15 was homeless and fell under the spell of         someone who offered her a way out. One woman can’t have children because of the damage to her cervix from ten years of being a prostitute.

Even in this poignant and angry program, there were moments of levity. One woman said it was the (I’ll use my own interpretation here) the religiosity of the precious all important male orgasm that had to be re thought. That the need men think they have to have a sexual release from a woman is so great that the sick institution of exploitation and abuse has continued to serve this biological master.

But there’s good news. The Nordic idea is to criminalize prostitution. But not arresting the women… only the johns. To turn the table on this power game and at the same time, educate men on how to appreciate women and learn to have consensual non-raping sex out of the market place…in intimacy. Because prostitution is rape for hire. It has survived in a market that sells body parts…but these parts come with souls and spirits and hearts that break at every trick. Does this mean another broken wing for Capitalism? Perhaps.

The Finnish delegation led a panel on birth. They have had an extremely good record being one of the first countries to support midwives. When the graph came up of the Western nations with highest rate of teenage pregnancy, guess who was on the top? Ok, easy one. .. The US! Go team.

Finland has sexual education and teaches protection and doesn’t teach shame about the body. The director, who funnily said he’d been interested in sex education ever since he was a teen, pointed out that the only time their excellent record of low birth mortality and little teenage pregnancy was when the economy fell apart, and the needed services to protect the above, were dropped. But as soon as the economy came back, so did high ratings due to education and services.

A young doctor from Mali spoke of the great need for medical support for young mothers, who are socially pushed to have children when they are young, but not given the medical support. One patient died because she had no prenatal and when she finally got to hospital, there was no blood supply for her. She was very, very young and the Dr. said she saw this once a day.

Tomorrow, a group I’m recently involved with, here we go IAWRT,   International Association of Women in Radio and Television will sponsor a panel on women and ecology, showing a film made by four different women, around the globe and their own way of handling local environmental issues. Hands On: Climate􀁹Women􀁹Change, Women seeking solutions. One of the women, Jasmine Thomas of First Nation in Canada, Jasmine Thomas has witnessed the devastation from oil spills and leads an effort to prevent pipelines from being laid across her country.

These stories are alarming, yet thoroughly inspiring.

Through examples like e of the women in this film and all the women from the four corners of our beautiful Mother Earth, we may still be able to make something of this planet, preserving its beauty and spreading justice where none had been.

Film event:  Friday, March 14, 2014, at the Salvation Army Auditorium, 221 E 52nd Street in Manhattan, from 12:30pm to 2:00pm.

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March 14, 2014 at 3:44 am

Philip Seymour Hoffman, death not in vain

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As the snow fell Monday, I felt the clouds were weeping for Philip Seymour Hoffman; snow tears clinging to the limbs of trees, unwilling to melt away. This man with three names and many more people inside him left too soon. His talent was so bright and his manner known to be so gentle. It’s the Year of the Horse and he died taking ‘horse.’

 

I had seen him once at Crif Dogs and wanted to engage with him on the merits of a good mustard, but he was danced away by friends. I had often thought of writing something with him in mind, and would attend Labyrinth shows in the hopes of bumping into him.

 

His death brings up irrational guilt in me. Why am I feeling that I should have been able to save him? I had a similar experience when Heath Ledger overdosed. It’s not narcissism… I know I’m no god… but I think a genuine feeling of humanity… why shouldn’t we be able to help strangers out of the perils of the deep? Sometimes strangers are more effective than family and loved ones for all the obvious reasons.  It’s a human right and a responsibility. After all, look at how much they both gave all of us.

 

What if I had campaigned more vigorously for the legalization of drugs? If heroin had a less vile connotation, would it have been easier for Hoffman to find cleaner, ‘safer’ doses. If he didn’t feel he had to hide behind a wall of shame, would he have been able to balance out his doses until he worked through this round of angst?

 

I have a friend who is suffering deeply emotionally and it is a type of hell that I have never gone through. I am grateful for her that she has her art to ease some of that pain, as Hoffman must have felt his acting and teaching did for him.

 

Dr. Andrew Tatarsky is a specialist in Harm Reduction Therapy, a model of treatment that is compassionate and humane. Sometimes cold turkey doesn’t work. Thousands of dollars should be going into setting up centers for HRT all around the country where so many are suffering from addiction. Instead money is going to build up the war effort. There is a great war here against the vulnerable. And with the financial disparity growing wider every nano second, the need to end this war is even greater.

 

Philip Seymour Hoffman gave our culture a huge bang for our buck with his sublime character interpretations and dedication to his art. Why can’t this country give back to its own with a reformed attitude towards drugs? Why can’t we drop the judgments and at least try to understand the rings of hell that drive an individual to do what they can to alleviate the pain.  

 

Of course, I can’t bring this man back any more than anyone can bring back the dead. But we can honor them by not letting their death be meaningless… we can use this opportunity to liberalize our laws and release the chains on our hearts.  It is the only way forward.  Giddy up.

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February 11, 2014 at 6:40 am

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BEATLES WEEK-END, OH MY

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poster___something_about_johnOf course I saw the Beatles on Ed Sullivan and luckily not long after saw them LIVE in Philadelphia. What a change of atmosphere for America. A moment as important as Woodstock! Been working on a film about John Lennon and his influence on both my romantic life and the lives of others…even including people who channel him. Very interested to hear from folks with personal and powerful tales to share. Please go to http://www.somethingaboutjohn.com and stay in touch. Yea yea yea.

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February 7, 2014 at 5:58 pm

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not happy with verdict

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not happy with verdict

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July 15, 2013 at 2:52 am

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