Alexandra Silber's Blog, page 19
March 2, 2019
I've Been: Winter 2018/19
playing Titania in A Midsummer Night's Dream
hosting the Chicago edition of The Hanukkah Hoedown!feeling more lonely than I ever have in all my lifewondering
why
some people are absolute jerksletting goacceptingendeavoring to reveal my inner selfWriting writing wrting...freezing my ass off in Chicago"Chicago-ing"(at Steppenwolf, the Art Institute, IO Improv night, Magnificent Mile and many more wonders)
baking paleo bread
participating in a really interesting and genre-busting play-reading of T...


baking paleo bread

Published on March 02, 2019 09:27
February 28, 2019
'Romance Sonambulo' by Federico Garcia Lorca
Green, how I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
With the shade around her waist
she dreams on her balcony,
green flesh, her hair green,
with eyes of cold silver.
Green, how I want you green.
Under the gypsy moon,
all things are watching her
and she cannot see them.
Green, how I want you green.
Big hoarfrost stars
come with the fish of shadow
that opens the road of dawn.
The fig tree rubs its wind
with the sandpaper of its branches,
and the forest,...
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
With the shade around her waist
she dreams on her balcony,
green flesh, her hair green,
with eyes of cold silver.
Green, how I want you green.
Under the gypsy moon,
all things are watching her
and she cannot see them.
Green, how I want you green.
Big hoarfrost stars
come with the fish of shadow
that opens the road of dawn.
The fig tree rubs its wind
with the sandpaper of its branches,
and the forest,...
Published on February 28, 2019 09:22
January 31, 2019
Kidspoem/Bairnsangs By Liz Lochhead
it wis January
and a gey dreich day
the first day Ah went to the school
so my Mum happed me up in ma
good navy-blue napp coat wi the rid tartan hood
birled a scarf aroon ma neck
pu'ed oan ma pixie an' my pawkies
it wis that bitter
said noo ye'll no starve
gie'd me a wee kiss and a kid-oan skelp oan the bum
and sent me aff across the playground
tae the place Ah'd learn to say
it was January
and a really dismal day
the first day I went to school
so my mother wrapped me up in my
best navy-blue top coat wi...
and a gey dreich day
the first day Ah went to the school
so my Mum happed me up in ma
good navy-blue napp coat wi the rid tartan hood
birled a scarf aroon ma neck
pu'ed oan ma pixie an' my pawkies
it wis that bitter
said noo ye'll no starve
gie'd me a wee kiss and a kid-oan skelp oan the bum
and sent me aff across the playground
tae the place Ah'd learn to say
it was January
and a really dismal day
the first day I went to school
so my mother wrapped me up in my
best navy-blue top coat wi...
Published on January 31, 2019 04:00
January 8, 2019
Coulda-been-ku 20
20.
We met high above Chicago. Both in pain. But you shared your heartbreak-
-for a collection of moments my soul was nude.You melted my ice.
© Nick Bantock
We met high above Chicago. Both in pain. But you shared your heartbreak-
-for a collection of moments my soul was nude.You melted my ice.

Published on January 08, 2019 13:29
December 31, 2018
"To a Child at the Piano" by Alastair Reid
To a Child at the Piano
by Alastair Reid
Play the tune again: but this time
with more regard for the movement at the source of it
and less attention to time. Time falls
curiously in the course of it.
Play the tune again: not watching
your fingering, but forgetting, letting flow
the sound till it surrounds you. Do not count
or even think. Let go.
Play the tune again: but try to be
nobody, nothing, as though the pace
of the sound were your heart beating, as though
the music were your face.
Play the tune agai...
by Alastair Reid
Play the tune again: but this time
with more regard for the movement at the source of it
and less attention to time. Time falls
curiously in the course of it.
Play the tune again: not watching
your fingering, but forgetting, letting flow
the sound till it surrounds you. Do not count
or even think. Let go.
Play the tune again: but try to be
nobody, nothing, as though the pace
of the sound were your heart beating, as though
the music were your face.
Play the tune agai...
Published on December 31, 2018 04:00
December 28, 2018
FAQ - Part 6

In my experience, there is absolutely nothing that can compare to being present at the birth of new work. I think the most profound experience I had with that was Arlington by Polly Pen and Victor Lodato— a solo (with a pianist/vocalist played brilliantly by Ben Moss) piece, told in direct-add...
Published on December 28, 2018 13:41
December 9, 2018
Preview of 'A Midsummer Night’s Dream' at Chicago Shakespeare
Cast members Melisa Soledad Pereyra, T.R. Knight, Alexandra Silber and Sam Kebede and took time out of rehearsal to share their excitement about the production, and why this production of Shakespeare’s audience favorite “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” will have the whole theater laughing and dancing. Performances begin on December 6 in the Courtyard Theater at CST’s home on Navy Pier.

Published on December 09, 2018 00:44
November 30, 2018
'Poem 1246' by Rumi
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
© Nick Bantock
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.

Published on November 30, 2018 00:42
November 25, 2018
Questions from Book Tour - Part 6

By recognizing that absolutely nothing is mundane or ordinary.
But also:
Pause.
Breathe.
Look in people’s eyes.
Ask thoughtful questions and really listen to the answers.
Practice gratitude.
2. As you stress in th...
Published on November 25, 2018 00:43
November 4, 2018
Ask Al: FAQs Part 6
1. You’ve premiered a great many of new and original works. What is the best thing about premiering a new theatrical work to an audience?
In my experience, there is absolutely nothing that can compare to being present at the birth of a new work. I think the most profound experience I had with that was Arlington by Polly Pen and Victor Lodato— a solo (with a pianist/vocalist played brilliantly by Ben Moss) piece, told in direct-address about a woman waiting for her husband to return from fighti...
In my experience, there is absolutely nothing that can compare to being present at the birth of a new work. I think the most profound experience I had with that was Arlington by Polly Pen and Victor Lodato— a solo (with a pianist/vocalist played brilliantly by Ben Moss) piece, told in direct-address about a woman waiting for her husband to return from fighti...
Published on November 04, 2018 06:54