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Saturday, May 9, 2015

Why No Dostoyevsky?

No matter how lush the production values and engaging the acting performances in PBS Masterpiece Theatre programs like "Wolf Hall" are, surely I can't be the only one thinking the Henry VIII and the Queen Elizabeth sagas have been done to death. I imagine too that I am not the only one wondering why those in charge of programming seem to feel that viewers are only interested in the history of England and the authors of England. PBS stands for Public Broadcasting Service not Public British Shows. It is as if a sort of psychological TV imperialism exists. PBS is a broadcaster and a distributor so all of the program choices are not theirs, but who is deciding what Americans will watch and why are they almost always selecting English authors? Why no Dostoyevsky? Or Cervantes? Or Moliere? And, in this age of interconnectedness, why are there no Asian or African authors represented on Masterpiece Theatre? Admittedly, I never tire of Shakespeare but the suggestion that there is no viewership for the plays of Ibsen, Strindberg, Chekhov, Brecht, or Beckett and other great playwrights seems limiting and somewhat patronizing. It is as if those in charge of selecting programs for Masterpiece Theatre believe Americans have no interest in the literature and theater of countries and cultures other than England.

American novelists and playwrights are represented on the excellent PBS biography series American Masters and the PBS history series American Experience. "August Wilson: The Ground on Which I Stand," a documentary presented by American Masters and  "Eugene O'Neill: A Documentary Film," presented by American Experience are examples of that excellence. Biographies and excerpts from the works of great American authors are presented but rarely are adaptations of their novels or televised productions of their plays presented. America was and is still a nation of immigrants - immigrants from many countries, not just England. It would be lovely to see their work on PBS. The novels of Isaac Bashevis Singer come immediately to my mind.

The words "award-winning," "peerless," and "intelligent" are often attached to PBS programs because they belong there. Still, representation of the classics, both novels and plays, of great authors from countries other than England and America would be welcome. A new princess has just been born into England's royal family. Why not a new approach to world literature for Masterpiece Theatre? Why not put that much-married Henry to rest for a while and let other historical and literary figures onstage.


















Monday, May 4, 2015

Complimentary Copies of First Kiss Poetry Ebook

It has been fun posting poems from Singing Magic, the paperback edition of my poetry, each day of April, National Poetry Month. Thank you to those readers who responded so warmly to my poetry.

I published Singing Magic in 2010 and several years ago I selected twenty-five poems from it and published them in an ebook edition called First Kiss. For the next two weeks (May 4 - May 18) I will be giving away complimentary copies of First Kiss. If you would like to receive a copy, use the Contact Form on the right side of this blog to send me your email address and let me know if you would like a pdf or a mobi (Kindle) format.


Thursday, April 30, 2015

April 30th Poem - Before Dark



BEFORE DARK

“Home before dark,” our mother’s voice
trails after my brother and me like a kite tail
as we scamper to stickball.  Sundown
happens too soon so we run to the blue
house as if our lives depend on time.
After supper, in the hallway, I hear
“She’s got to stop following me around”
and imagine his pals poking fun at
a skinny kid sister tagging along.

Today, I can’t help it; I’m happy.
God knows why.
I’m holding on to heaven.
If I let go, what’s there?  Nothing
but memory and pain.
I confess I’ve been unfaithful
to my dreams and my stories,
leaving them alone and unwritten
in the distant shimmering house,
the house they burst forward from,
rushing and true.  I have to keep writing.
That’s how it is, before dark…




from Singing Magic by Barbara Alfaro
© Barbara Alfaro
 

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

April 29rh Poem - Transitioning



TRANSITIONING

For Lucas who would not cry.
  
“The doctors call it transitioning,” your mother tells me.
“Some infants don’t cry when they come from the womb
to the room and he wouldn’t so he had to be put on oxygen.”
She kisses your forehead and pats your side.
Born early, six pounds now, and four weeks old,
your small form and calm eyes charm all in the budget
hair cuttery. People always say “Precious” when they
see an infant but damn, you really are adorable.
If one believes in paradise, it’s easy to imagine
angelic reluctance to your transition to a dark stroller
and fleece blue blanket crazy with windmills.
You, Lucas, in your striped pj’s and bib with polka dots,
you, Lucas, happy and gurgling, make my eyes glisten.






from Singing Magic by Barbara Alfaro
© Barbara Alfaro