Thursday, May 17, 2012

I was asked to write this for the Church Gazette


Like every year at this time, our thoughts turn toward Summer, the time of ease and vacation, when our regular obligations are postponed until after Labor Day, when we are expected to snap back to being serious and alert. However, this is the summer of 2012 and this country is on the verge of disastrous financial decisions and the destruction of our civil rights as we know them.

When we elected the first African-American President, we did expect to see some pale and lame racist protest which we were sure would be easily dismissed. We didn’t realize until the elections of 2010 that it was a large, well-organized movement that would take over the Congress. Suddenly, fifty years of social progress was being erased as the far right felt empowered to proudly fly the flags of racism and sexism. They immediately froze all action in the Congress because they knew that their constituency was so excited at the prospect of hurting the poor and minorities that they would sacrifice their own well-being to hurt those whom they perceive as weak.

We have to be prepared to not relax this summer with a critical election 5 months away. Our own Governor is an unpredictable servant of the rich. The conservatives, in almost every state government, are attempting to destroy women and children’s health and safety, and bring back a form of Jim Crow against African-Americans. The very right to vote is being cancelled.

We cannot take this summer off from action and education. They will not shut down and neither should we. Even though New Jersey has not started harassing voters, we must make sure everyone is registered. As so much harm is being done because of ignorance, we must be constantly teaching ourselves and our community the truth that is being buried in rhetoric and lies.  The Undoing Racism Committee will be working all summer long to bring heightened awareness to the community. There might not be a summer vacation for many of us in 2013 if we lose focus in 2012. This really is Life or Death.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

The Steady Drip, Drip, Drip of Reinhard


1.
Side Effects: Whitening of the hair; droop of the breasts; wrinkling of the face; sagging of the neck; increase in belly fat; odd brown spots and skin tags. Do not take if you wish to get laid again or succeed in Show Business. Do not combine with alcohol and driving a vehicle.  Speaking to a teenager may cause rolled eyes and sighs. Loss of control of bladder, bowls and nasal passages is possible. Do not leave the house without checking for your keys and cell phone.  Stop immediately if you try to get money from your bank account and it shows the amount to be $0, you might not be able to get any older.

2.
My last two significant plays had female Professors in the leads and I’m six months short of a BA and there’s not much point in worrying about it now that I’m retired and the colleges would charge the price of a small car for that one semester.
I don’t read enough and I watch too much television. This has made me peculiarly inarticulate, except when writing a play. And it’s particularly frustrating right now when so many people are saying so many uniformed, stupid things because they have discovered that they enjoy being bullies.

3.
I’m starting to suspect, as I near sixty-three, that I might not make it in show business and while writing can be fun, it would be pathetic to hope for fame or riches or even a good review. “Any day now, I’ll get my break!” is ringing hollow when your face is fat and full of wrinkles and you walk with a limp. In my mind’s eye, I’m still that hot hippie chick with bouncing boobs, but when I look in the mirror, I see the truth and it needs a bra.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Sonnet L Getting Off the Ride


The Roller Coaster is a magic thrill,
But, Angel, I can’t do it every day.
We’re warm and happy going up the hill,
But the descent will soon be on its way.
I’m too old to live on the borderline
Between laughing joy and bitter fury.
All I want to know is that you are fine,
But you need to be my judge and jury.
Right now, the world needs our full attention
Before it goes up in murderous flames.
We don’t need to be causing more tension,
And wasting our time on gossip and games.
I am proud that I know the best of you,
Remember me as your old friend named Sue.

Friday, May 11, 2012

I Talk About Playwriting, Here They Are


I was asked to arrange a listing of my plays. These are the best and most complete. THE COPYRIGHTS ARE REAL and enforced. However, I would love to get productions if anyone is interested in contacting me. susanreinhard@aol.com. Also, if these web addresses do not work, advise me at susanreinhard@aol.com and I will set you up via the web. You should be able to click on these.

2 ACT PLAYS

AMOUR AMERICAIN
DRAMA (R rated)
My take on “Cyrano de Bergerac”, but now it is a female, Siriana D. Bergmann. Set in NYC in 1996, but touches M. Rostand’s great scenes…and emotions


FRENZY WITCHCRAFT
DRAMA (X rated)
Possibly my masterpiece, but it is about some very adult subjects. I was told I couldn’t write a villain. They were wrong. Greek tragedy in modern times.


SAILS ON THE MOUNTAIN
DRAMA (G rated)
I was born in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where there was a flood you might have heard about,  in 1889. Not just my family’s story, but a truly relevant story of corporate greed and carelessness, which has more than a little resonance today.


1 ACT PLAYS

BACKING INTO HOBOKEN
COMEDY (G rated)
An all female cast of 7. The NYC theater “A Woman’s Place” is desperate for money and invites the Montclair, NJ organization The Elizabeth Barrett Browing Center for the Performing Arts to come see a show down in the Village. My attempt to mix the contemporary with door-banging farce.


REDEMPTION
DRAMA (PG rated)
My second best play, again because I was challenged by New York writers. They told me that a Christian man could not be a hero. That is stereotyping. So I made him Southern and a cop. Valjean Roland has to prove to his wife and the audience that there are some good people out there who do believe in Jesus. You might recognize Riza from “Frenzy Witchcraft”. I am very proud of this play.


TOUJOURS SEULE
DRAMA (PG rated)

A bit self-indulgent, this is a play about the insanity when I was 42 and still attractive to men and realizing that I might not ever find the right one. The artist I found in the mountains of Quebec was a compelling tragedy as were the two American men who touched my life at that time. And yet, I did it once more two years ago on a different mountaintop. Sometimes, you have to refresh the lesson.


TUTORIAL
COMEDY (R rated)

Controversial in that there is sex in it between a 16-year-old boy and a 21-year-old girl. That he is white and she black turns out not to be the problem, but the age difference is. A one act play with a 9 year break in it. But it is a simple, refreshing little comedy…I think.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Sonnet XXXXVIIII-50 is Next, Look up the Roman Numeral


The East Coast gets these four day rainstorms;
The wind churns a circular motion.
All I want is a book and tea that warms,
And leave the clouds to war with the ocean.
I sit amid clutter and unread books,
I think I still hope daydreams will come true.
I know I’ve lost my figure and my looks,
Use of the word “I” so much makes me blue.
Always thought myself above normal life
But all I got was lots of crazy men.
And lost the chance to be a Mom and wife,
There is no way to do it yet again.
My goals are now to clean this apartment up,
And leave me better rhymes than “cup” and “pup”.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Why is it that when we are free


Why is it that when we are free
We need so to enslave ourselves
To Love?

Are they coming to rescue us
Or to distract us from the chore
At hand?

The world is crumbling into dust
We are losing the daylight, Sir
It’s now.

Too late for me, I understand
And turn my pen to save the world
Again.

You do whatever you have to
And I accept that you are wise
Enough.

You be leader I will follow
Until my path parts wide from yours
Adieu.

Let’s meet again on the other side
Free of age and sex and money
And laugh.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Sonnet XXXXVIII - Growing Old Clumsily


Life, for everyone, has daily duties,
To eat up and clean up and pay the bills.
And, in passing, observe the small beauties,
Ocean, animals, babes, and golden hills.
I’m tired of chasing Love and the stage,
And proud of my perfectly hard boiled egg.
My back is too weak for the days of rage,
And I can’t march far on this bad left leg.
No man wants to see this old bodkin bared,
Hell! Even I don’t desire to see the sags.
But there’s little adventure I haven’t dared,
Memories live in the wrinkles and bags.
So, drink good tea as we rock on the porch.
And just be strong enough to pass the torch.