DIARY OF A THOUGHT

 DIARY OF A THOUGHT AT THEATER FOR THE NEW CITY

DIARY OF A THOUGHT

WRITTEN AND DIRECTED

BY

KEVIN  MITCHELL MARTIN

DIARY Of A THOUGHT (Now Closed) was one of the best play i have seen

in a long time. It was a play of language as all the plays should be. It was a garland of words,

words, words. Sad words, funny words, melodious words, sorrowful words, nasty words, kind

words, remorseful words, heart breaking words, words which bring your heart out of your chest

and needs to be uttered. All these golden words, colorful words were made into a garland of colorful

words gathered together.

Some thorns had to be there to prick your fingers to remind you the presence of pain in beauty.

Without that sensation of pain and discomfort the delicacy of comforting words can not be felt.

The playwright himself played the English teacher. His a high class call girl (If there is one)

A house wife chained to her kitchen, an immigrant poet dressed like a queen in bright Rajastan

colors like a painting who wrote poems of sorrow only lamenting about the golden days of Raj

by the Moghul Muslim leaders many centuries ago. Her nostalgia was the best poem in the play.

She lived in the past of her history, the history which was of beauty, of power, of gold, of flowers, of

 architect, of candles, of light, of a family, of gardens, of mud paths on which she walked miles and miles

thinking of moonsoon and mangoes. Her outfit was of sparkling colors, magenta, gold, safran colors

 shawals, silver and gold jewels like patterns, her voice was a slow, deep, heart wrenching moan.

Her poems were never published. No one knew who she was. Her English teacher Sam (Martin) was

the only person along with her call girl class fellow and the house wife who had no idea what poetry

can be all about ever heard her poems. Yes, there was another student, a soldier, who had just returned

 from Iraq and suffered from permanent nightmares and insomnia thought perhaps by taking a poetry

and acting class all his trauma of death will transform into beauty. But alas! that never happened though

 the English teacher tried his best to humor him with some flowery word which the English language

 makes some roar with laughter. Sadly he left all his joy of life behind next to the un-buried bodies of

Iraqi innocent civilians on the roadside to be eaten by vultures.

The most hilarious was the call girl. Since she was high class she always flew to Qatar, Emirates and

the other Gulf states and made tons of money and got some gold bricks from the filthy rich leaders

who had their wives locked up in the kitchens like the other house wife in this glorious play.

The call girl was afraid that she will soon have some dangerous disease, so she left and tried to be a poet

in NYC. The poor American house wife to consol herself started to read some books to ease her anguish

and liked what she read. By mistake she chose the poetry of T.S. Elliot which was quite difficult for her

unskilled mind and to understand that book she joined this highly priced acting/poetry class.

The English Professor, the teacher was British, so very high class with his high class accent was

 expensive, so she one day stole some money from her husband's wallet and paid for the classes and

 when the husband found out he beat her and kept beating and black and blue and threw her out of the

 house and that's when she found this brilliant English professor.

I tell you I have never seen any play with such hilarity and such high class humor and language.

Audience were roaring throughout with laughter and never wanted this show to end.

By the way the call girl came to the class almost naked everyday.

She never forgot her glorious days of naked sex in the Middle East.

Brilliant play. Great language, fantastic garland of amazing words, words, words.

Brilliantly directed by Mr. Martin. Most beautiful costumes and a simple set of a room

with couple of chairs. Sometime a person of imagination and of talent can do a glorious

show with very little but with a lot of fascination, imagination and creativity of the mind and the spirit.

I can never forget this play, the actors and especially the English professor and his never ending list

of gloriously sparkling words.

Reviewed

by

BINA SHARIF

ATCA

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