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About ragingtraveler

Hello there! Welcome to this crazy little blog of mine. The title is a reference to the famous Dylan Thomas poem, "Do not go gentle into that good night" (but rage against the dying of the light, etc. -- I drank a shot of Jameson's whisky in his honor at the White Horse pub in New York City a while back, a place where it is said he drank 18 shots of Jameson and died that night at 39; but that's another story.) And as Thomas declares in the poem, and if you are anything like me, you will not give up. You will not fade away. You will not go gentle into that good night. You will rage against the dying of of the light. You want to explore everything this life has to offer before we are dragged off, kicking and screaming, to that next Great Adventure. So let's see what this adventure is all about, shall we? Hey, along with my wife Virginia and our faithful dog, Wyatt Earp Clark (don't ask; it is supposed to be 'ironic'), we just moved to Portugal! For a year. Call it a gap year for geezers; an experiment in grey; an are-you-crazy-or-what-senior-meltdown -- call it whatever you like, but this is our way of stepping out of our comfort zone, not settling in for life's last stand. Call it brave or foolish (or a little of both), we are committed to taking a peek around every corner we can. While we still can. Care to join us? Welcome aboard, matey!

Two Plays Opening in New York!

I’m proud (and very humbled) to announce that two of my plays will be performed this very week in New York.

The first is part of the 9th Annual Northport One-Act Play Festival held on Long Island.

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Pamela Harris had a Near Death Experience and has applied to be part of a study to explore what happened. Dr. Edwina “Edie” Richter is a clinical researcher who conducts a series of questions to quantify and categorize the events Pamela experienced. A problem arises when Pamela reveals that she has an hidden agenda for taking the survey. What she doesn’t know is that Dr. Richter has her own agenda and that both will unleash unintended consequences that will forever change Pamela’s life.”

Judge nothing until the end. — St. Augustine

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The second play happens just four days later.

It is a staged reading of my full length play, THE WISE WOMEN. It’s being put on by the up-and-coming powerhouse The Theater Collective, a group of extraordinarily talented women you are going hear a lot more of in the days to come.

On April 19, 7:30 p.m. If you are anywhere near Manhattan, check it out:

Alchemical Studios (fabulous performance spaces)
104 West 14th Street
New York, NY 10011
Get (cheap!) Tickets and View Map Here

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“Three days before New Year’s Eve, Lin (Starhawk) Wise makes a surprise visit to her daughter (Billy Wise) and granddaughter (Omie Wise) in New York City after not seeing them for years. She’s there on a mission that throws everyone into a state of chaos – as is her way.

Omie Wise, a talented young singer, might get to experience a once in a life-time event: to sing in a small club where Beyonce is scheduled to stop by. It all depends on her new ‘business manager’ – if he can pull it off and…if she can keep a secret until after the performance.

Her mother, Billy Wise, has been floating along in disappointment about her life and musical career for so long that she’s in denial of a burgeoning dependency on prescription pain pills.

Three generations of women who have struggled with the personal cost required to have a life in the arts. The Wise women know all the stories, know how to push all the buttons, but still have secrets that make every revelation have dire consequences for each other.

Question is: Will they do things the way they always have, or will they find a way to rise above the scars of their pasts?”

 


Thailand Redux

redux
ˈriːdʌks/

adjective:
brought back; revived

I share this with you because there was just no way to tell the whole story the first time around. Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever get close enough to tell the tale; I still have hundreds of unseen images and hours of video.

Every photo, every piece of video would require a minimum of four typed pages to explain their context, the story behind them. It is truer than ever here: a picture is worth a thousand words. This is simply another view of a wildly exotic and impossible-to-forget place on this planet.


An Ides of March Adventure…Into Your Mind

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The Greyson Variations

A Radio Play

for Tomorrow’s Today

by Nelson Clark

 

Here’s the (brief) story. An ambitious and interesting theatrical group in Petaluma, CA has sought out plays all over the world to produce as radio plays. One of those was mine. They recorded it last week and live-streamed it this week. Go here now — right now, go on — to listen.
A couple of things:

  • It’s short! Only twenty minutes. Plus, they even put a blooper reel at the end.
  • Virginia and I like it, think the actresses did a fine job, but a few transitions make it so you really need to pay attention near the end. Which is why…
  • I highly recommend headphones so you can get the full effect.
  • Lastly, if you are so inclined, let me know what you think. The good, bad, and ugly. I encourage all opinions and don’t worry, I will be silently judging you for whatever you think (!)
  • This is the science fiction version of another play that will be performed on April 14-15, 2018 in Northport, New York. Completely different than what you’ll hear and part of a festival of short plays. Hey, if you’re in NY, check it out. I have another play, THE WISE WOMEN, that will have a staged reading four days later on April 19 in Manhattan. Okay, if you just have to know, I have another short play, CHAPEL OF BONES, that will be performed in Phoenix, AZ in April as well. So, despite T.S. Elliot, April for me is NOT the cruelest month. In fact, bring it on!
Love you all, ciao for now, enjoy!

 


My #9 Dream

It’s December. I love this month.

Filled with holidays and birthdays — mine, my sister Carol, and my granddaughter Aayah. She in fact is yet to be born as of this writing (her mom goes in to be induced on my birthday, December 9. Yes, my #9 dream). Fingers crossed that all goes well. For her birth, but also for everyone, everywhere in these perilous times.

It is also the 37th anniversary of the murder of John Lennon, one of the most influential people of the 20th century and one of my personal heroes.

Many people will be singing his idealistic anthem “Imagine” on December 8, and I have always loved it too. But a deep favorite will always be his “#9 Dream.” Spare, elegiac, and spiritually cryptic, the lyrics are a stream of consciousness, born in a moment in time. He sings while the melody drifts. And lingers. And haunts.

Last month Virginia and I took a trip half way across Portugal to the medieval town of Tomar. It’s a place so laden with history, secrets and mysteries it’s impossible to describe without having to refer to volumes of writings about it (Wikipedia’s page here, is a fascinating start). Instead, I took the easy way out and let a few photos and visuals try to give a feeling of what it was like to walk inside the long ago past.

Using John Lennon’s music in a place so Catholic and Christian may seem out of place at first. But if one knows anything of Lennon, he was a seeker and sought out truth and meaning wherever he was.


Cuisine, Culture and the Cascais Coast

In this episode Aisha tackles preparing a Portuguese dourada (fresh caught Atlantic golden bream) for dinner, a trip to one of the most important private collections in the world (Gulbenkian Museum in Lisbon), lunch in a hidden gem of a local restaurant, and a long, leisurely ride down the three kilometer boardwalk from Cascais to the beach at Praia da Poça, also known as São João do Estoril.

Every day I never tire of saying the same dang thing; “Isn’t this lovely?”

As the days of Aisha’ time with us come to a close, we see many beautiful sites and appreciate every one that passes before us. Doesn’t make knowing she will soon leave any easier. However. Que será, será, baby.


Lettin’ Loose in Lisbon

We set out to see the City. Not the pretty postcard shots and iconic landmarks that you can find on virtually every Lisbon photo ever taken. I have plenty of pictures of ancient buildings, grand architecture, plazas and fountains and hillside vistas.  We wanted to get closer to the everyday lifeblood of old Lisboa. Since it’s August and the height of tourist season — feels like all of Europe has descended on Portugal — we couldn’t escape all the crowds, but were always on the lookout for the little alleyway, the path of least congestion, or the side track that might lead to a different perspective of this city’s place and time. Although friendly and always welcoming, Lisboa does not reveal all her secrets at once. She wants to get to know you first. This was Aisha’s introduction. They got along just fine.


Aisha’s August Arrival

If you are one of the very, very lucky ones in this unpredictable world, you may get to have someone like Aisha in your life.  She exudes a love and appreciation of everything around her and emits a contagious vibration that works on everyone in her immediate vicinity. It’s like some kind of crazy smile virus. But don’t worry, this is something you definitely want to catch.


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