Tag Archives: Lanford Wilson

“I did not begin to write poetry in earnest until the really emotional part of my life was over.” — poet A.E. Housman

Posted on March 26, 2025 by sheila

OUCH. He was born in 1859 and he died in 1936. His generation saw so much change it boggles the mind, and I say that as a member of a generation who grew up sans internet – I didn’t get … Continue reading →

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R.I.P., Lanford Wilson

Posted on March 25, 2011 by sheila

Great American playwright Lanford Wilson has died. I got together with Liz and Brooke last night, two of my best old friends from college, and we toasted Mr. Wilson with our chardonnay and talked about his plays, many of which … Continue reading →

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Happy Birthday, Brooke

Posted on March 14, 2011 by sheila

Due to the recent untimely death of my old friend Brett, I have been feeling very close to my old college crowd. Most of us all still live in the same general area (Mitchell being the notable exception, who is … Continue reading →

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Sweet Bird of Youth: “Hello There, Chance Wayne. Somebody Said You Were Back In St. Cloud, But I Didn’t Believe Them.”

Posted on November 22, 2010 by sheila

New Directions has come out with new trade paperback editions of Tennessee Williams’ Camino Real, Sweet Bird of Youth, The Night of the Iguana and The Rose Tattoo. I have received some review copies, and they are gorgeous new editions … Continue reading →

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Balm IN Gilead

Posted on May 27, 2010 by sheila

Someone keeps searching for the term “balms and gilead” in my Search box. I don’t know what they are finding, but it seems they are coming up empty, since the searching for that term continues – and I figure I … Continue reading →

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Inappropriate hilarity that could not be stopped.

Posted on April 30, 2009 by sheila

In college, I was in a production of Lanford Wilson’s The Rimers of Eldritch (excerpt here). It is a grim bleak play about a bunch of hopeless people. I was in it with Mitchell, Brooke, Nancy, other dear friends. I’m … Continue reading →

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The Books: “The Time Is Ripe: The 1940 Journals of Clifford Odets”

Posted on October 22, 2008 by sheila

Daily Book Excerpt: Entertainment Biography/Memoir: The Time Is Ripe: The 1940 Journal of Clifford Odets : With an Introduction by William Gibson Clifford Odets (playwright in the 30s and 40s – inspiration to Arthur Miller, Tennessee Williams, a generation of … Continue reading →

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“I remember glancing out the window and thinking to myself that someone must have erased the sky.”

Posted on July 22, 2008 by sheila

My friend Alex is directing Lanford Wilson’s Balm in Gilead right now (excerpt here), and one of the actresses asked her, “What’s it like to do heroin?” Here is Alex’s answer.

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The Books: “The Great Nebula in Orion” (Lanford Wilson)

Posted on December 23, 2005 by sheila

Next in my Daily Book Excerpt: Next on the script shelf Next play in my little unalphabetized pile of Samuel French plays is a one-act by Lanford Wilson – called The Great Nebula in Orion. Two old college friends – … Continue reading →

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The Books: “Serenading Louie” (Lanford Wilson)

Posted on December 22, 2005 by sheila

Next up in my Daily Book Excerpt: Next on the script shelf Next play in my little unalphabetized pile of Samuel French plays is another play by the always wonderful Lanford Wilson – this one is a real heartbreaker called … Continue reading →

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