Intermission
a creative coffee break from writing the play

Lorraine Hansberry
May 19, 1930
Chicago, Ilinois

All I can say is I write because I have to and what I have to. You don’t know anything about it. Whatever you think of it, Sidney, I write. I squeeze out my own juices and offer them up. I may be afraid, but I write.

David, The Sign in Sidney Brustein’s Window, p. 243
By Lorrane Hansberry

This month’s meditation is a bit over the one-minute mark.

Listen to the 5th OMCCB Meditation: Creative Stream

The meditation is hosted on a rotating basis. We don’t know in advance what the other will present. Each meditation is new and a surprise to us all.

If you’d like to join the live broadcast, we invite you to signup for the remaining meditations. It’s free and it’s fun!

We appreciate your listening and holding a positive thought for your art and entertainment!

Beth Henley
May 8, 1952
Jackson, Mississippi

And someone else
unknown to us.

The question: what is impossible? The answer is, a formidable lot. To dance from here to the stars; to eat a tribe of bees; to scream down a forest; to remember when you were born; to know when you will die; to stop breathing and live. Many things are impossible. Endless things are impossible. Our life together is not quite that.

Reverend, Impossible Marriage, p.42
by Beth Henley

It only lasts a minute!

The next OMCCB Meditation will be held next Monday night, May 11 at 7:30pm PDT. If you are not already signed-up for it, please do so here. Come on and join us! It’s fun!

Our original invitation is here.

Whether you define yourself as a writer, an artist, or an entertainer all are welcome to participate. You are in fact invited.

COST: NONE. Except perhaps your phone call.

Emmanuel Robles
Oran, Algeria
May 4, 1914

Jeroom Verten
The Netherlands
May 4, 1909

And someone else
unknown to us.

Aimer, c’est justifier cette vie que nous perdrons tÙt ou tard, immanquablement.

Emmanuel Robles, from a 1964 interview

William Inge
May 3, 1913
Independence, Kansas

And someone else
unknown to us.

I always worry that maybe people aren’t going to like me, when I go to a party. Isn’t that crazy? Do you ever get kind of a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach when you dread things? Gee, I wouldn’t want to miss a party for anything. But every time I go to one, I have to reason with myself to keep from feeling that the whole world’s against me.

Sammy, The Dark at the Top of the Stairs, p.48
by William Inge