BY STEVEN LINSNER
Poet, writer, performer, painter, musician and videographer; 1952-2005
To be puppeteers in the Heart of the Beast”¦
”¦is to find ourselves in the great world Beast made of families, races, ages, sexes, classes, corporations and nations, people, (and creatures!) all different, working out a way to live together.
”¦is to work puppets. To hold life in our hands, to sense how we are all like puppets””worked by instincts, voices, and forces above us and below us.
”¦is to carry and protect something very old like a heart within us, a secret, a promise. Like carrying a flickering candle through a dark place. Like carrying a family in a horse-drawn wagon.
”¦is to travel the roads of history and loss, in search of something like a new heart: new communities, new families, new work, new holidays.
”¦is to tell the story of people who live in the heart of the beast””as courageous and resourceful as they really are.
