Great Small Works' Spring Spaghetti Dinner
"When We Are Among the Trees"
(with a tip of the hat to Mary Oliver)
SUNDAY, MAY 17, 5:00 PM
La Plaza Cultural Community Garden
East 9th Street between Avenues B and C
Puppet shows in the garden!
Suggested donation: $20
Info: 917-319-8104
Suggested donation: $20
Info: 917-319-8104
A reprise of last year's event, with intimate mini-shows performed simultaneously around the garden.
We too have "come into the world... to be filled with light, and to shine." (Mary Oliver)
FEATURING
Piedmont Bluz Acoustic Duo
Valerie and Benedict Turner, ambassadors of Country Blues music, Piedmont-style fingerpicking, and roots percussion, have a mission to help bring awareness to these unique aspects of African-American culture.
Piedmont Bluz Acoustic Duo
Valerie and Benedict Turner, ambassadors of Country Blues music, Piedmont-style fingerpicking, and roots percussion, have a mission to help bring awareness to these unique aspects of African-American culture.
And small-scale puppet shows by:
Eva Lansberry
Emmanuel Elpenord
Gil Verrelli
Erika Martinez Land
Harrison Greene
Tom Tuke
Sayma Karim
Kim Fraczek/SANE Energy
Eva Lansberry
Emmanuel Elpenord
Gil Verrelli
Erika Martinez Land
Harrison Greene
Tom Tuke
Sayma Karim
Kim Fraczek/SANE Energy
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Great Small Works is supported, in part, by public funds from the New York State Council on the Arts.
Great Small Works is supported, in part, by public funds from the New York State Council on the Arts.
Spaghetti Dinners are funded, in part, by public funds from the NYC Department of Cultural Affairs in partnership with the City Council.
Additional thanks to: the Puppet Slam Network, the Scherman Foundation, and the Constance and Jarvis Doctorow Family Foundation.
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WHEN I AM AMONG THE TREES
by Mary Oliver
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
WHEN I AM AMONG THE TREES
by Mary Oliver
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
