the journey-work of the stars
Doug Hara, a cast member from the original production of Mary Zimmerman’s The Arabian Nights, came to opening night of our production. As if having him there was not wonderful enough, he wrote us this beautiful letter encouraging us to “Sing loud, fart louder, love loudest.” I feel so honored, blessed, and touched to be a part of this amazing experience. 

"Dearest Amy and wonderful company,I’m certain I did not get the chance to speak to each and every one of you. I must thank you again for the opportunity to come speak to you, and for the beautiful show you gave us all last night. It was a gift to me, and I am truly grateful. A few weeks ago I think I remember telling you, among other things, that you had to find a way to love each other… for real. And that love of each other would be the key to doing this show well. That it would unlock your bravery and your trust of one another and your trust of the play. Arabian Nights needs that. I mean think about it: It is an epic love story (several actually) born from a mass rape and murder, wrapped in a fart-joke, seasoned with the truest wisdom of the ages, alongside a bathroom porn comedy, throw in some songs, camels, ecstatic joy, devastating grief, some orange rinds, the flowering and destruction of a civilization, and a penis in a little bag.And that’s just for starters. So Love. …Yeah. You brought that. Yes you did. Carried it into a theatre on Broad St. with both hands and filled the house with it. Love. Pouring from your mouths, shining from your eyes, and shooting out your asses. I mean, look at your faces in that picture… If that’s not real love and joy, then I’ve never seen it. So… I don’t think I have to tell you that your production is great. I think you can feel it.It is not lost on me that you are celebrating the fantastic birth of your show and mourning its loss all in the space of 4 days time. All I can say to you is don’t grieve yet… and when you do… do it well, and let it go. These stories are in your DNA now, along with the rest of us who have told them. So go. And be comforted. Sing loud… fart louder… love loudest.Yours sincerely and gratefully,Doug”

Doug Hara, a cast member from the original production of Mary Zimmerman’s The Arabian Nights, came to opening night of our production. As if having him there was not wonderful enough, he wrote us this beautiful letter encouraging us to “Sing loud, fart louder, love loudest.” I feel so honored, blessed, and touched to be a part of this amazing experience. 


"Dearest Amy and wonderful company,

I’m certain I did not get the chance to speak to each and every one of you. I must thank you again for the opportunity to come speak to you, and for the beautiful show you gave us all last night. It was a gift to m
e, and I am truly grateful. 

A few weeks ago I think I remember telling you, among other things, that you had to find a way to love each other… for real. And that love of each other would be the key to doing this show well. That it would unlock your bravery and your trust of one another and your trust of the play. Arabian Nights needs that. I mean think about it: It is an epic love story (several actually) born from a mass rape and murder, wrapped in a fart-joke, seasoned with the truest wisdom of the ages, alongside a bathroom porn comedy, throw in some songs, camels, ecstatic joy, devastating grief, some orange rinds, the flowering and destruction of a civilization, and a penis in a little bag.

And that’s just for starters. 

So Love. …Yeah. 
You brought that. Yes you did. Carried it into a theatre on Broad St. with both hands and filled the house with it. Love. Pouring from your mouths, shining from your eyes, and shooting out your asses. I mean, look at your faces in that picture… If that’s not real love and joy, then I’ve never seen it. So… I don’t think I have to tell you that your production is great. I think you can feel it.

It is not lost on me that you are celebrating the fantastic birth of your show and mourning its loss all in the space of 4 days time. All I can say to you is don’t grieve yet… and when you do… do it well, and let it go. These stories are in your DNA now, along with the rest of us who have told them. So go. And be comforted. 

Sing loud… fart louder… love loudest.

Yours sincerely and gratefully,
Doug”