America has a tradition of Great Awakenings -- times when we remember the Spirit blowing across our land and demonstrating God's power in people's lives. We learned to pray for these renewals because they kept the ship afloat.
Screwball comedy is an art -- and it reached its apex in the Thirties. Cole Porter's 1933 Nymph Errant sets the genre to music. It's a frothy mix of racy innuendo (for the time) and exotic adventure, now at the Clurman Theater on off-Broadway's Theater Row.
So what does a postmodern Earth Day altar call look like? People pledged to learn to live in smaller circles -- to bike less and walk more, to eat locally, to plant gardens. Many pledged to take a digital sabbath -- "no screens on Sunday."
The temptation at a moment like this is twofold. Unable to see our way forward, we can give into despair. We can also succumb to optimism -- to the false hope that, against the odds, we will triumph as a nation or as the human race.
We in the theatre have known for a long, long time that the show must go on. I'd venture to say that there's only one man in Washington who knows this in his bones -- National Endowment for the Arts chair, Rocco Landesman.