Umbrella Stands and Green Room

A friend once told me that her parents had an umbrella stand. So I understood that her parents had an Umbrella Stand in a shopping mall and imagined them spending their days selling umbrellas to customers. When I heard later that her father was the owner of a Ford dealership I was confused. It took me a while to decipher the real meaning of an umbrella stand.

Those types of errors happen to children and to foreigners, so when I saw that the name chosen to our new writers' site was "Green Room" I remembered the time when my daughter’s violin teacher, the concertmaster, invited us to the Green Room after a concert. My daughter and I were disappointed when we didn't find a  sunny green room full of plants and flowers.

Even in my own language, Hebrew, I cannot take for granted that I always understand what people mean.  But confusions and misunderstandings can be the stuff that dreams are made of and the beginning of a quest to find out.

I wish us lots of luck  with  the new Green Room and expect this place to be a haven of creative energy, good-will and dreams.

 

Good luck 

P.S. About confusion and translation, an excellent episode of This American Life : Lost in Translation

http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/238/lost-in-translation

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In the Green Room

 

As a performer in a previous epoch, I have been in many a green room. In the theater, the Green Room is where you wait before the performance. The green room was a place for art, and for fellowship. I was primarily an amateur, performing for love not just of theater, but of the community I found there: devoted, smart, friendly, funny, talented people, many of whom became friends for life.

 

 

When I stopped performing and turned to the more solitary work of writing, I kept the friends but lost the community. I have missed it. There have been echoes of it elsewhere. But I hope that this new Green Room will do more than echo. It will resound.

 

 

Now. Time to go on.

 

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New Ends, New Beginnings

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Nostalgia In Reverse


Westerlies
clouds shafted with gold
Atlantic
travellers without
frontiers


carriers
of strange prophetic
atmospheres
and scents I cannot
yet translate

 

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