Friday’s Creator Corner: The Alhambra

Each Friday I feature a Creative Artist on Friday’s Creator Corner. Creativity is the art of making something out of nothing. I leave the post up for a week, then replace it with another post. After taking it down, I link it to Friday’s Creator Corner Artists page.

Today’s Creator’s Corner artist is the creator of the Alhambra.


Happy Thanksgiving, y’all

A Reader is a thing of Beauty. They give writers hope. There’s Someone out there who loves words, loves language, as much as a writer does. There’s Someone out there who is up for an Adventure into lands undiscovered. There’s Someone out there who values their time and believes a little of it should be allocated for the Imagination.

A Reader is a thing of Wonder. They give writers courage. There’s Someone out there who will follow a writer into dangerous waters. There’s Someone out there who will tackle difficult language and even more difficult subjects. There’s Someone out there who will go into a Concentration Camp or a Dungeon on a faraway planet and listen to a prisoner’s story. That Someone may be the only one to ever hear that story.

A Reader is a thing to Love. Without that dear Someone, a storyteller, a writer, mignt never ever be appreciated for her Imagination, for his Creativity. A Reader is that Someone who bears witness to the importance of books.

Without that Reader, there would be no Jane Austen. No Charles Dickens. No Walt Whitman. No Tolstoy. No Dostoevsky. No Thomas Hardy. No Dorothy Parker. No Jules Verne. No Peter Pan or Dorothy or Harry Potter. No Frodo or Lucky Jim. And no Homer or Saphho. No Sylvia Plath or Emily Dickinson.

Without that Reader, the world would be less of a place one wanted to live in. Without that Reader, where would Disney have gotten all those stories for the films he made. Without that Reader, there would be no Narnia. There would be no words to inspire composers or artists for there would be no books. And that surely would be hell.

Hamlet: Anybody seen my rubber duckie?

Song for this post: Little Richard, Rubber Duckie.

These words are razors to my wounded heart. – Titus Andronicus Act I, Scene I.

For Hamlet’s plot till now, see Hamlet So Far.

Act 3 Scene 4. Bedroom Scene. The Hamster thinks he’s alone with Gertie the Queen,  better known as Mom. But they are not alone. What would a scene in Hamlet be without someone spying on someone else. So Polonius is behind the curtains.

Hamster: Why did you marry–?

Gertie: I love him.

Hamster: Dad not good enough for you?

G: I get lonely.

H: Afraid of the dark? Afraid of sleeping alone? I can sleep on the couch and keep the big bad monsters away.

G: It’s not that.

H: Oh, I get it. Claudius has a sword. Dad only had a dagger.

G: No.

H; Or are you just a slut? Sleeping with every Tom, Dick and Claudius?

G: No.

H: My God, Mother, you didn’t sleep with Polonius, did you?

G: No.

G: I just needed somebody who would scrub my back and let me play with his rubber duckie.

H: Aww, now the truth comes out. Dad wasn’t duckie enough for you.

Polonius coughs from behind the curtain. Scares the jumping-jack-flash out of the Hamster. Before the Hamster could stop himself, his dagger was…well, let’s just say it was. Polonius fell. He was dead as a doorknob and any other kind of knob too.

The good news is we are getting somewhere with the plot. We now have Corpse Number One. But don’t worry, folks, there is more to come.

What can we say about Polonius? Here was a man who hid behind curtains. To spy on all. He spied on Laertes. He spied on Ophelia. He spied on the Queen. And Hamlet. Makes one think that he was a regular man from U.N.C.L.E. with all that eavesdropping. By spying, he knew stuff. Like Who Put The Bop In The Bop Shoo Bop.

Hamlet knew the man, who hid behind curtains, was the man behind the curtains. Now the man ain’t hiding no more.

Gertie starts bawling her eyes out.

H: Now don’t tell me you played with Polonius’ rubber duckie.

G: Are you crazy? I would never.

H: Phew. That’s a relief. You had me worried for a minute there.

G: How can you think such a thing?

H: Well, look whose rubber duckie you are playing with.

G: Hmmph.

H: Poor stupid Polonius. That’s what you get for eavesdropping. A blade in the gut, and you’re dead.

G: Oh shame where is thy blush. On the carpet, of course. How am I ever going to get that blood out?

H: Geez, you didn’t feel that way when Dad died.

G: Your dad had the good sense to die in the garden, not all over my beautiful carpet.

Just when you least expect it, Ghostie shows his pretty face.

Hamlet to the Ghost: Back in Act 1. Scene 5. You said you had to urgently return to the flames of purgatory. What happened?

Ghost: Are you sure I said that?

Hamlet: You did and I quote…

Ghost: That doesn’t sound like me.

Hamlet: Well, it was you. And now you’re back.

Ghost: Just to remind you that your dragging your feet on this revenge business. And, please, don’t get scary with your mother. I don’t want her dying from a heart attack.

Hamlet: I’ve been doing my best. And I’ll lay off Mom.

Ghost: Well, okay. I really don’t want to have to make another appearance. That will mean overtime and you know how play producers feel about overtime. They don’t like it. So get with it.

Poof! Ghostie is gone.

Gertie: Just who were you talking too?

H: Oh, you wouldn’t know. Now do me a favor.

G: I’ll try.

H: Don’t play rubber duckie with Claudius no more.

G:But I like his rubber duckie.

H: You want me to clean up my act?

G: Of course.

H: No more rubber duckie with Claudius.

G: (finally): No more rubber duckie with Claudius. (Gertie has her fingers crossed. After all, The Hamster will be in England soon. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, now will it?)

G: (looks over to the corpse): So what are we going to do with that thing?

H: I hear there’s a fellow down the way that is looking for fresh corpse.

G: That sounds downright ghoulish, don’t you think?

H: I think that’s what “Frankenstein” means in Bavarian. Ghoulish.

G: You don’t say.

H: I do say. Seems he wants to bring a corpse back to life.

G: Will Herr Doktor Frankenstein take the corpse c.o.d. or are we going to have to pay for shipping?

H: Either way, I’ll get him wrapped up and give FedEx a call.

The Hamster reaches down and drags the corpse off stage. Gertie goes to see if she can find Claudius’ rubber duckie.

It’s raining in America

Song for this post: Enya, Echoes in Rain.

It’s raining in America,
or at least it’s raining on my town,
water splashing the windshield,
wipers setting a beat for the music on the radio,
headlights from the oncoming cars
falling like Christmas lights onto the city streets,
travelling their passages to love and glory,
passengers ridding waves of time and space.
It’s night time in the city,
And angels walk the clouds above, waiting for the daylight.


Uncle Bardie’s Movie of the Week: A One of a Kind Thanksgiving Movie

Once a week on Monday, Uncle Bardie shares a movie with his Readers he gives a big two thumbs up. It will simply be a short excerpt or a trailer. Uncle Bardie might even throw in a reflection on the movie. If so, it will make an appearance below the video. So pop some popcorn and give yourself a treat. This week’s movie is “Alice’s Restaurant” (1969):

There are not that many real hippie movies. “Easy Rider” sure wasn’t one, and “Hair” was ten years too late. There are not many Thanksgiving movies either. Only “Home for the Holidays” comes to mind. If there ever was a Thanksgiving hippie movie, this is it. It takes place in the mid-sixties.

Some movies have grand themes. Like love and war and power. Other movies have not-so-grand themes. “Alice’s Restaurant” is one of those not-so-grand theme movies. It is about taking out the garbage, a subject which I have some knowledge about. Who would believe you could get arrested for taking out the garbage?

In case you are wondering, “Alice’s Restaurant” takes its title from a song done by Arlo Guthrie called “Alice’s Restaurant Massacre”. He’s the son of Woody Guthrie. Woody was the Okie who hoboed around the country, writing and singing about the country he was hoboing around. He wrote lots of songs about his experiences, songs like “This Land is Your Land”. Woody had Huntington’s disease and is in the hospital when this movie takes place. But the movie is not about Woody. It’s about Arlo’s adventures. Arlo plays Arlo.

The movie starts in the Midwest where Arlo is going to college to get out of the draft. He gets in trouble for making folk music in his music class. He gets in trouble for having long hair. After getting kicked out of school and run out of town, Arlo heads east where he makes a brief stopover to see Woody. Then he makes it to Stockbridge, Massachusetts to stay with his friends, Alcie (Patricia Quinn) and Ray (James Broderick, Matthew Broderick’s father). They live in a church. Alice has a restaurant in the town.

Well, this is where the movie gets real interesting. There’s a Thanksgiving dinner at the church. At the end of the feast, there is a ton of garbage. Arlo, being the friendly sort of fellow, volunteers to take out the garbage in his van. Now you’d think taking out the garbage would not be something that could get a person arrested. But that’s exactly what happens. It gets Arlo arrested. As folks say, “No good deed goes unpunished.”

Not only did this movie have Arlo, it also introduced Joni Mitchell to the world with her song, “Songs to Aging Children Come”. Pete Seeger and Lee Hays from The Weavers do a cameo performance and Officer Obie plays hisself. Directed by Arthur Penn (the same Arthur Penn who directed “Bonnie and Clyde”), “Alice’s Restaurant” was released shortly after Woodstock. Finally we had a movie that done us proud. It told the truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me Arlo.