Spring 2011 - The Heschel School
Spring 2011 - The Heschel School
Spring 2011 - The Heschel School
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An Apology<br />
This puzzle is all one color.<br />
<strong>The</strong> pieces first looked like they all fit<br />
But we crammed them together unthinkingly.<br />
This is a beautiful room in a castle on a hill<br />
But I see the paint chipping, and stains on the walls.<br />
I search for the inevitable bad<br />
So it comes as no surprise.<br />
I’m sorry for testing you<br />
Thinking you’d reach for it again<br />
When I let go of it<br />
But your fist is just as closed as mine.<br />
But I can admit to my tangled, contradicting branches<br />
Visible when the sun cools down<br />
And leaves begin to fall.<br />
And I can apologize for my ways.<br />
I really did want to leave it be<br />
When we finally reached mutuality,<br />
But it’s not in my nature to enjoy daylight<br />
Without looking ahead towards night.<br />
“THE ODD COUPLE”<br />
Black screen; image of opening set slowly expands from center to fill screen during voiceover<br />
Voice (increasing slowly in volume): You’re traveling to another dimension. A dimension<br />
not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose<br />
boundaries are that of imagination.<br />
Scene I: <strong>The</strong> MacAfee’s Abode<br />
<strong>The</strong> interior of a lavishly decorated, and expensive house in Evanston, Chicago, in May, 1959.<br />
George, 19, handsome, innocent and charming, enters through the front door of the home he<br />
shares with his widowed father, Charles.<br />
George (while removing his postal cap and jacket): Hi, Dad! I’m home.<br />
Screen to Charles, 64, a burly, military man, with quick eyes and handlebar white moustache,<br />
lying on the couch in his reading glasses, smoking jacket, and slippers with a pipe in his<br />
mouth. <strong>The</strong> day’s “Chicago Tribune” is in his hands.<br />
Charles (barely lifting his eyes from his newspaper): You’re late!<br />
We were parallel lines<br />
And I couldn’t reach you, so I gave up.<br />
But so did you<br />
And that’s what undid my line.<br />
(i’m sorry i saw grey clouds on sunny days)<br />
Charlotte Marx-Arpadi<br />
George: Only by a few minutes, Pop! I can’t help it if the boss has got it in for me so<br />
he keeps me late sorting the mail.<br />
Charles (speaking to George as George runs upstairs): Son, when you say you’ll be home<br />
by seven, I expect you home by seven. It is now (pulling out his pocket watch)… 7:13!<br />
When I was in Austria, if we came to dinner even a millisecond –<br />
George (running back down the stairs, pulling on a sock): Well it’s a good thing this is<br />
Evanston, not Austria, Pop. Gotta run!<br />
Charles: Now where are you going?<br />
Marissa<br />
Schefflin,<br />
watercolor<br />
George: Eddie’s.<br />
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