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	<title>Comments on: Review: `Gone&#8217;</title>
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		<title>By: Harriet Chessman</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 05:19:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you for this thoughtful response to the production of "Gone" at Crowded Fire.  I loved this production, in part because it awoke in me an awareness of precisely this urge for character and story.  I longed for a character to stay there, to have the chance to develop, just as I long for people in my life to stay, and grow.  And I yearned for story, because the play withheld it.  As the actors (each one so many characters) started to slip off the stage at the end, out the various doors, leaving the stage in blackness, I felt like crying out, "Don't go!"   I loved the way that this play alerted me to this wish for solidity, identity, and the satisfying arc of a life story, well lived . . . and as I went through my week afterward, fragments of this play lingered and tugged at me, as if to say, "So live your own life well, and better!"</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for this thoughtful response to the production of &#8220;Gone&#8221; at Crowded Fire.  I loved this production, in part because it awoke in me an awareness of precisely this urge for character and story.  I longed for a character to stay there, to have the chance to develop, just as I long for people in my life to stay, and grow.  And I yearned for story, because the play withheld it.  As the actors (each one so many characters) started to slip off the stage at the end, out the various doors, leaving the stage in blackness, I felt like crying out, &#8220;Don&#8217;t go!&#8221;   I loved the way that this play alerted me to this wish for solidity, identity, and the satisfying arc of a life story, well lived . . . and as I went through my week afterward, fragments of this play lingered and tugged at me, as if to say, &#8220;So live your own life well, and better!&#8221;</p>
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