by Julia Ward Howe, 1870

Arise, then, women of this day!

Arise, all women who have hearts, Whether our baptism be of water or of tears!

Say firmly: “We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies, Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience. We, the women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.”

From the bosom of the devastated Earth a voice goes up with our own. It says: “Disarm! Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice.” Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession. As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil at the summons of war, Let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of counsel.

Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead. Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means Whereby the great human family can live in peace, Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar, But of God.

In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask That a general congress of women without limit of nationality May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient And at the earliest period consistent with its objects, To promote the alliance of the different nationalities, The amicable settlement of international questions,

The great and general interests of peace.

What we vividly imagine, ardently desire, and enthusiastically act upon, must inevitably come to pass. ~ Paul Cezanne

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. 
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They are in each other all along. 
~Rumi

Free by Alice Popkorn

It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else. ~ Erma Bombeck

When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her. 

My subconscious is happy to inform you that it is planning to come up with a 10-minute play some time between 9 pm tomorrow night and 8 pm the following morning.

My body is perhaps slightly less than happy to inform my subconscious that that probably really means some time between 10 pm when I get home and about midnight, and between about 4:30 am and 8 am, depending on need. 

Subconscious says: We don’t need your stinkin’ wakefulness to create a play.
Body says: Awesome. I’ll sleep later then.
Conscious Mind says: OMG, guys, who’s going to do the typing and email this bonsai’d work of genius to the director by 8 am? 

Ingredients I will be given are: first sentence, a random sentence, and a random prop.
Also: as yet unknown actors and director. 

24Hour PlayFUN!

SUNDAY, March 18th at 8pm

The Kraine Theatre

85 East 4th Street

(Between 2nd & Bowery)