November 14th, 2019
A Bread Factory Part 1 & 2 are out and available from Grasshopper movie distributors–you can stream it in your own living rooms—This movie is inspired by places like TSL / Time & Space Limited and Claudia & Linda–we began this project in 2017—most of the movie was filmed here in Hudson and at TSL. The movies kicked off the first screening in October of 2018—from TSL Hudson–it continued to open in New York City and then travel the world–now it is on a form that you can buy and watch at your leisure. The movie is a tribute to the creative spirits that flourish in the underbelly of our nation—it is the Time & Space Limited’s of our time that give space and time to new threads of ideas and inspirations–we launch ideas that are seeds to plant the new ideas in the minds of our audience by artists of all ages—get your copy now from Grasshopper movie distributor—and send us a note–tell us what you think. —Now it is November 2019–thanks Patrick Wang the brilliant director who made A BREAD FACTORY Part 1 & 2–this amazing eye captured a wild spirit right here in Hudson, NY. (for more information about how to buy or host a screening check the website abreadfactory.com
November 13th, 2019
Virginia Woolf’ “The past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only the past.”
Yes the past is described here by one of my favorite writers—Woolf. Reading her work long ago becomes a kind of past—that one can remember at the moment of the engagement—and savor for all of one’s life—some writers make a dent in our minds—she (Woolf) is one such writer—as time goes on the writing gets deeper—and the memory of the experience is heightened by the remembrance of reading—words words what an impact they have on us—to read to write is to have pleasure—a private pleasure—a discourse with the writer and the reader is a most private thing.
Have a nice day as we watch winter descend on our door steps — we imagined it and now it is real as we shiver with our shoulders held in a grip—to shield us from the cold— Nov. 13-2019
okay it starts the loss of light—
November 12th, 2019
Time and Space —here we are nearing the close of 2019—World War 1 ended 100 years ago—we landed on the moon 50 years ago. I left Indiana 50 years ago and headed to NYC—here I continued my work in the theater—in 1973 I organized TSL and continued to work at experimental theater (with Claudia Bruce) until the last century ended in 1989—then we moved the work to Hudson, NY where we acquired a home for TSL and have continued to work at theater—some of the theater work has turned into round the clock presenting of indy movies as well as community engagement as well as more formal work such as the presenting of HD live simulcasts of the MET OPERA and National THEATER of LONDON—now we sell books—host readings —and more —this year we have lost one of our biggest fans—Judy Grunberg—the mother of the cultural scene here in Columbia County—for over 50 years —Judy generated energy and support for a multitude of projects —too numerous to mention—this year I have been elected to serve as an elected official for the City —more about that later—what I wanted to say is that we have a new Mayor and a new day here in our community—as we struggle with the gentrification of Hudson and Columbia County—we face the loss of a small community to a larger corporate community—what does this mean—it means that individuals have less of a shot at building an economy that is sustainable…we watch platforms such as airbnb’s rule our homelands by stealing funds from our housing stock to assist outside investors in making money off of our hard earned work—this is not new to Hudson—it is the state of the nation—we are in a time of brutal economics—a hyper capitalism that is wrecking our nation—no longer can we compete on a level field—we are pitted against the giants—and the giants are eating one another—and we are the crumbs.
So here we are—what can we do—support places like Time & Space Limited —we are a place where ideas can flourish and art is expressed—and that is where the minds are changed and the revolution can happen.
August 1st, 2019
Happy Birthday Herman Melville. 200 years have passed since your birth. So many whales- so many years- so many readers who have read your amazing book. I for one am impressed by the writing and your beautiful spirit that sailed on the Pequod. Time passes and appreciation increases as we see our world soaked in oil and the sea bathed in plastic. We have indeed lost our way. The hunt for oil has taken its toll on us — now we are engaged in a state of denial and our luck is running out. The ship- the whale- the obsession all classic struggles— we still fish for the thing that will kill us.
June 5th, 2019
June 5th, 2019 in America. We see Stonewall at 50. An Anniversary for liberation. 1989 Tiananmen Square Protests in China–the Berlin Wall comes down in 1989 the 20th Century ends. The Iron Curtain rises the iron rice bowl emerges–bigger and better than ever. Democracy is Communism just spelled differently. Marx is history’s future. We begin to see the neo-liberal hammer come down on our heads–we are squeezed- time is a commodity–space an asset. The nuclear-family rises–assimilation is king/queen. Queer is style. Gay unhinged. Hetero-normative looks for a landing. Women remove yourselves from the picture–you thought you had a turn—well think again. Choice is not yours to be. Control is a callous. Rise up or shut up. Nancy resists a revolution…we are near cooked. They step over one another as they climb Mount Everest–some too dead to care that the boot is in their face. We are already done with this century. The 21st looks unsolvable.
June 4th, 2019
June 4, 2019
Here we are in the land of dreams. I wonder as I thought about the dream and the difference between the movie and the dream. Was there a difference between reality and illusion. I thought of Plato’s cave and Guantanamo where the men are kept in a kind of endless hell and the keepers are trapped as well. I think about perpetual war and perpetual life a kind of limbo–war–life they become one. This day is warm and the spring days color our mood. I become fresh and hope fills my glassy eyes with some kind of enthusiasm. The winter coat of my memory fades and yet I fear the first day of summer because it means the light grows less. Oh well we have to go on so says the snake charmer Sam Beckett. I wonder how we go on though? That is my worry. Worry is real. No kidding. I wonder did the cat come home? Or did I shut the door and lock it? Would these trivial things be the end of my thinking? No room for big dreams. No we are here now at the edge. Yes really.
June 2nd, 2019
Nothing remains the same landscapes shift time space climate all changes fruits of our labors what next do we charge for delivery do we pray after we feast or before are we hungry in the morning are we ravashed in the evening do we care do we think do we reap what we sow is there a way out is there a way in can we own our own house can we row the boat can we divine the rod can we make culture who are we who are they who are those who waited in line and failed to get the job to get the paper to sail on the ship to America yes America how are you now that you have made the shift to lean to the far to the right what was the cause you were willing too die for any way any how?
They wanted me to write this all down yes to tell a story about this and that but the this and that was not like 1-2-3- or a-b-c the story was a zig here a zag there like random turns curiosities mistakes discoveries points of interest all kinds of diversions yet there was an arrow once shot it had a beginning a trajectory a going women and men and men and women and mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers and aunts and uncles and grandmothers and grandfathers and so on and so on all of them contributors to the story of Linda Mussmann and who she came to be and how she lived and thought and moved from here to there and back again time space longitude latitude chance hocus pocus the farm ah! yes there was the farm always the farm the place of performance Argri-Culture we would start from the ground and go up this would take some time naturally first we would say where we were from where we were born and so on after that we would say more things things significant things insignificant things yes more and less more or less the Dixie highway crossed the Lincoln highway and the state line made us conscious of our border one side was Indiana and the other side Illinois yes we divided our time and our allegiance with two states Indiana and Illinois yes the states had their character they too were like people liberal conservative free slave red blue and so on and so on yes we swim in the sea is change is change yes this is the spring of 2019 we are witness to great change we must make choices we must collaborate consolidate and arm ourselves against the enemy but first we must know enemies come in many forms yes identity never easy sometimes it takes a life time to discover right Claudia?threats challenges risks walks ropes scaffolds drama opera and so on.
February 11th, 2019
Sine qua non by Mussmann
When they entered the room it was all okay—they was the sine qua non of the space—-we could now relax——
The essential was now here—like the thread on the button—a small thing—but an essential thing—like butter on bread or the lace in they’s shoes—yes this is the sine qua non of the time that they witness—yet they wanted to wrestle with time and space and gender and things called equality—this was hard to come by—as things became less——they become more—more and less the scale was the tool that made a deal real—yet it always seemed to weigh in the fascists favor—even when blind justice was tipping to the right—her dress had lost the luster of gown—now she looked a bit thin and dowdy— Marat get out of your tub and make a revolution again—this time answer the door with a security guard that can hold their own—no you say no you say—no 2nd chance—Charlotte wins the day in your play—and the French move to a revolution they are still trying to make a reality—sine qua non the weather women are telling us it will snow—blades of change—justice is a wreck—Endurance is stuck in the ice on the way to Antartica as Shackleton searches for the South Pole….ho! ho! dogs turn to the left before it is too late —we are on the cliff side of life—
we they us struggle with these adventures that have so few places to hold—call Ishmael—call Lear—call Coriolanus—see what they know—hear their advice—stay the course—thread the needle—whip the butter—butcher the hog—-swim with sharks—-they are in eminent danger—and they know it.
January 31st, 2019
Here we go slip sliding down the rabbit hole.
Alice howls as she wonders which pill will make her
bigger and which one will make her smaller??
We dream or we think we do as the snake charmers
fill us full of hope as we await the spectacle….
are we chained to the performance of snake oil salesmen
who bargain our hopes and dreams to be manufactured in China?
Or do we grab the stick and defend our selves from the cola
induced dream of making America great again??
What is again?
We are caught in the endless two step of the dance.
Oh Lordy! Oh Lordy !
buy me a Mercedes Benz
and get me a room in the Chelsea Hotel
kiss me til the cows come home
as I drift off toward the edge of the nightmare
or the dream.
Quid est Veritas?
“What is truth?”
January 22nd, 2019
Things thought, things remembered, things cast off, things collected,time saved, errands run, sleds slide, hammers measured, gifts returned, joy postponed, calls not taken, rides claimed, gestures frozen, rings tossed, games delayed, weddings mourned, death explained, babes born, mothers prepare, fathers remain, glory sings, we sleep, we wake, we dream, we collide, we swing, we rave, we shout, we cry we mourn, our loss and seek the wake.
Oceans of time sweep us toward the beach the drift, the wave. the left handed mirror—the shoulder —all assemble in parts to show us where we have been and where we are to go—there Eisenstein’s steps gives us a glimpse of our future and our past——We see our lives all in one frame we think we know how it ends but no we don’t know. no no no no