=)

I will write my own “Ulysses”
If you’re there to show me how.
Take me back to Glocca Morra,
Bathe me in the River Shannon now.
If you’ll be Mrs. O’Leary,
Baby, I will be your cow.
I’ll deliver shamrocks daily,
Buy your pa a new shillelagh,
I could be in love with someone like...

New Poem. Comments Apre-cia-tate-ed!

Sonic Sympathies and Darklight Dances

Listen to the hearts breaking

On Sandusky and Williams.

The silent scream

Of building dreams

Shattered

Tinkling like glass

On Kristallnacht.

The cold air was the only thing

Holding my hands

As the metallic

Clink-clink-clink

Of my zipper beating

Against my jacket

Against the beating

Of my heart

Filled my ears.

I look at my shadow.

We are both shadows dancing

Around each other

Like the elongated lightless monsters

Dance around a room on fire.

When will the fire die

Allowing us to blend

Into the blackness

Of an unlit room?

Reply to an Eviction Notice

Today I went to a poetry reading by Robert Flanagan who used to be the creative writing director at OWU. It was really cool to hear his stuff and how he was inspired to write his different poems. I really liked his poetry and his style. He's really into form and structure which is nice nowadays cause most people (myself included) are into free verse or loose structure. He was also very good at catching certain feels. Like most of his poems were memories and they really captured the feeling of a memory. I felt like I was remembering it even though they weren't my memories.

The only thing I can say that I didn't like about his poetry was that it was too clear, like after he read it, there was nothing to discuss, which really isn't that bad but it's just not the kind of poetry I find most interesting. My favorite (and what I hope people get from mine) is the kind that you read and you go umm... what did he just say? and then you read it again and you're like okay, now I get it. but then you go back to it a few days later and you make some kind of connection that is just like wow! it makes even more sense now. But then again, I didn't read thru his whole poetry book, maybe he has ones that are like this. I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

Semper Fi: in a bar in Delaware Ohio on November 10, the USMC birthday. by Robert Flanagan

Oh yeah, you were in the Corps?

See any action? A shooting war?

I had, I said. Oh yeah, where was that?

Toledo, mostly. Coupla times in Detroit.

2 poems on inspired by a wedding.

Congratulations to Scott and Deanna! May you continue to love each other with the same love you felt on Saturday, October 17th, 2009 through the rest of your marriage! =)

Like a Wedding Photographer

I observe the action

Find the best angles

Where does the light make them look best?

(Flash)

The first time their lips meet as Mr. and Mrs. Someone.

(Flash)

The inebriated bodies melting on the dance floor

(Flash)

They slice into the tower of sugar and frosting

(Flash)

The crowd throws a hail-shower of every color petals.

I observe the action

Find the best angles

Where does the light make them look best?

From the Outside Looking In

The sea of bodies churns

Inside the glass tank of a wedding hall.

The dappled lightdrops emanate

From the disco ball and drench the wedding party.

The sporadic streams of light burst

From the cameras and transverse through the glass

Lighting the church courtyard where I sit.

I catch a glimpse of your face

You’re smiling from ear to ear.

Congratulations.

You deserve to be happy.

Haven't been here in awhile

I haven't been on here in awhile but I should keep updating in the case of me being famous one day and having a hit blog haha.

College has been going quite fantastically. I love all my classes (except Intro to Soc.) and theatre life has been going great. I'm really involved in the tech program and I love it. I hope to Master Electrician a show next year. It would be amazing! I love doing lights.

As far as writing, it's been all over the place. I've been writing some mostly poetry lately but I'm still working on shows. The Gospel of America is getting the most work, but I don't know. Entropy: Book 1 seems to have so much complicated stuff to work out and Evolution: Book 2 seems to have a direction but I feel that I don't know enough about London pop culture or average life to write it accurately. ugh annoyance.

I think the reason that I enjoy writing poetry is because it has the instant feel of creative inspiration that sometimes take forever with playwriting.

Lunar Disco

Our feet floating across the floor
of a whirling, wheeling, world.
Rain drops of light flooding our stage
from a starless, cloudless, sky.

Inspiration has struck: a heroin junkie missionary, a plague ridden prophet, and the Gospel of America.

b/w work, rehearsals, writing, and everything else, I have run myself down. The Master of Ceremonies is calling off today. Someone else deal with it. lol.

thank you to the cast of OATN. I love you all.

well brush up for OATN last night was a complete failure, but cabaret rehearsal went well. =)

the other EmCe dropped out of cabaret so I am now officially the only EmCe! .. I am going to miss working with him though. =/

opening night went great! thank you everyone for making this show so great! =)

the summer of my sophmore year, rachael cottom gave me a feather and i made a promise to fulfill my dreams. opening night tonight! =)

preview night went pretty well except for the dead crowd. off to the bees and then to sleep.

Passion: The American Tragedy.

Comments would be very much apreciated =)

“Passion: An American Tragedy” A New Musical by Dave Winnyk

Music #1: Prologue

(Lights up. Owen is alone Center Stage. He is dressed in a cap and gown.)

Owen: Getting out/ on my own/ first time/ alone. Gradua-/ -tion day/ today/ can’t wait/ to leave/ this tormented hell/ now!/ Can’t wait to get a-/ -way hey hey hey!/ way hey hey hey!/ can’t wait to get away! Owen, 22 years old, June 16^th, 1998, fresh out of Thee Ohio State University, class of the millennium with a degree in English and 357 pages of a novel. It’s my baby. It’s not finished or anything and I’m sure I’ll have to rewrite it a few times when it is finished, but it is something. Something substantial, something that says I have a shot at making it. I want to finish it as soon as possible and get it published. You know, get it out there and let the people read… and purchase hundreds of copies. My parents want me to go to grad school. My parents want me to pay for grad school. I’ve had no job for the past 4 years. I am a poor college graduate. As you can see there’s a conflict of interest. Now where most of you would say “Fuck your parents! You’re 22 years old be and man and do what you want!” I’d say “My parents pay for my food, my taxes, my car, and basically everything… so fuck me.” Leaving fa-/-mily behind/ published/ books signed./ Paying for/ everything/ I’m broke/ can’t cope/ with all the shit/ going on now/ need to figure it/ ow ow out!/ ow ow out!/ I need to figure this out!

(Cut to an office. Travis is sitting in a chair in front of the desk and Dean is behind the desk also sitting.)

Dean: I’m sorry Professor Engram but the board has decided to revoke your professorship here as Thee Ohio State University’s mathematics department head. Even though we are revoking your professorship, we would be happy to recommend you to any university where you send in an application.

Travis: May I speak freely to you, Dean Lewis?

Dean: of course.

Travis: I mean really honestly. Man to man.

Dean: What’s on your mind?

Travis: I just wanted to say that working here the past 5 years has been the biggest piece of bullshit that I’ve ever seen or smelled in my whole life!

Dean: Travis, please!

Travis: No! You please! I’ve done more for enhancing the education at this place for the past 5 years than you have with your whole twenty fucking seven years! (Beat.) What are your grounds for termination?

Dean: Here is your formal termination letter.

Travis: (Beat. Reading.) “Not imparting useful knowledge to the thinkers of tomorrow.” Umm… I call bullshit!

Dean: The board decided that you were spending too much time working on your own theories instead of teaching.

Travis: That is a lie!

Dean: You spent classes brainstorming ideas for your own work instead of teaching the required material.

Travis: The required material is horseshit! They can learn the required material on their own. I was teaching these kids how to make their own theories and how to not give up. I was teaching these kids things they can’t learn on their own!

Dean: That is not your job, Travis! Your job is to teach the course materials.

(The office slowly begins to fade and a restaurant scene is slowly built up. Travis tears up the letter.)

Travis: This place is to creativity as day time television is to good shows! It’s vapid! You all want to bread the same kind of conformist bullshit that I refuse to teach! God forbid this place breads a free thinker. (Beat.) No, you know what this is? It’s a witch hunt! It is the Salem fucking witch trials! You are like the Nazis and I am Sid the fucking Yid! This is un-fucking believable!

Dean: Travis, stop! Remember the recommendation!

Travis: Oh, the recommendations. I’ll tell you what you can do with the recommendation! You can shove it up your filthy, smelly, shit-filled-

Customer: I asked for spaghetti. This is clearly angel hair. Take it back and make it right!

Travis: Coming right up ma’am I’m very sorry about the mix up.

Customer: You should be.

Travis: (at Center Stage.) Travis, 30 years old, totally fucked. I couldn’t find another teaching gig after I got canned, so now I’m waiting tables at an Olive Garden in Columbus and working on my theory, but not for long. I’m going to New York City in a few months, October to be exact, to receive a grant from New York University, so I can finally focus on just my theory. You see it’s a solution to a nasty little something called the Poincaré conjecture. Imagine if you have a rubber stretched around an object like this roll. The Poincaré conjecture states that we could take this rubber band, without tearing it or leaving the surface of the roll, and condense it down to a single point, but if we took a non-whole object like the cylinder on this cheese grater, there is no way that we could condense the rubber band to a single point without it ripping or leaving the surface of the cheese grater, simple, right? Try proving it. I think I’m onto something though. (Students begin singing under Travis.) It seems to be some sort of a Ricci flow but I’ve only got it to work in a few special cases.

Students: Gradua-/ -tion day/ Celebra-/ -tion day/ table/ twenty.

Travis: Oh great, they’re in my section. I guess I’d better get over there. (Beat. Travis moves to table.) Hi there! How are you guys doing tonight? My name’s –

Owen: Professor Engram?

Travis: Sort of? Owen?

Owen: Yes!

Travis: It’s been so long! Congratulations!

Owen: Thanks! So what the hell are you doing here? University not paying you enough?

Travis: Sort of… I got canned.

Owen: What the fuck? Why?

Travis: Dean Lewis said I wasn’t spending enough time “Imparting useful knowledge to the thinkers of tomorrow.”

Owen: I call bullshit!

Travis: Exactly what I said!

Owen: To the dean?

Travis: I may have been a little hot headed.

Owen: You always were. (Laugh and than a beat.) Well, fuck the system! You were- are- a great teacher.

Travis: I know. Listen I get off in about an hour. I’ll play waiter for your table and then I’ll play ex-professor and we’ll have a few shots at the bar across the street.

Owen: It sounds great but you can play friend.

Travis: Give me about 5 shots of Jäger and I’ll play anything your heart desires.

(They laugh as lights fade on them and come up on Iris Center Stage.)

Iris: Today is the day!/ I finally get my chance./ Today is the day!/ An e-mail/Open casting call for dance/ New York/ Broadway/ Need girls/ Right away.

Today is the day! Mom! Dad! Guess what! I was checking my e-mail and you know that theatre e-mail list service I was telling you about? I got an invitation to go to a dance audition in New York on Broadway! Isn’t that so amazing!?!

(Lights come down on Iris and back up on Owen and Travis at Center Stage.)

Owen: Travis and I talked over Jägerbombs, scotch, and cigarettes. We talked about Hegel, Poincaré, sports, sex, music, art, and then, as the bar was going into the last call, Travis started talking about his grant at NYU and I started talking about my dreams of getting published.

My home life/ I couldn’t stand./ My love life/ was kind of bland./ I have to leave this one-light town/ cause I am feeling so down./ I want to get away./ Get me out of this place!/ Put me on a ship to outer space/ I’ll take a new name and face/ Just get me out of this place!/ He said “Won’t you come with me/ to New York City?”/ The grass is greener/ on the other side/ of the Hudson River/ and that’s where we’ll abide.

Travis: In a luxury house/on the East Egg./ For

Owen: My books/

Travis: My equations/

Both: The people will beg!/ Get me out of this place!/ Put me on a ship to outer space!/ I need a new name and face!/ Get me the fuck out of this place!/ Yes I’m going to be/ in New York City!/ I’m leaving this town!

Iris: What do you mean I can’t go?!?

Both: I’m out of this place!

Iris: This could be my big shot!

Both: I need a new name!

Iris: But Dad!

Both: I need a new face!

Iris: But Mom…

Both: You will see me in-

(Lights Down on Travis and Owen.)

Iris: Wait! Iris, 18 years old, wild bird… stuck in a cage. I need this. No you don’t understand. I need this! I’ve been dancing since I was 5 years old. College isn’t my thing. Dance is! I’m so sick of my parents wanting me to save me from being me! They want me to become everything that a girl should become, a house wife. God, that idea makes me so sick! I want to be independent! I want my dreams! I want the feeling I get when I dance! The feeling of giving everything you have, talent, form and beauty, to the audience and not knowing if they loved it or hated it till you hear that thunderous applause. I need that feeling to survive… I’m 18 years old! I’m legally an adult, why can’t they treat me like one? (Beat.)

But what about me?/ This isn’t about them!/ This is about an audition/ that can make things happen./ I don’t care about the money./ I don’t care about the fame./ I care about my passion/ I just need to make my name!/ Want to shoot for the stars./ Want to become something!/ Not just another person/ but someone who follows their dreams!.

I’m going to that audition whether they support me going away or not! I don’t need them anymore,

I’ll be fine on my own!/ Cause I’m sick of feeling useless/ sick of being told “No!”/ I don’t want their absolution/ I can make it on my own!/ And if I end up failing/ try to reach my dreams and fall/At least I gave it a shot,/ At least I gave it my all!/ And I know this may seem ridiculous to you/ but these are my dreams and they’re what I’m going to do!

(Lights up on Owen and Travis.)

All: We’re leaving this town./ We’re out of this place./ They’ll remember my name./ They’ll remember my face!/

Owen and Travis: We’re leaving this town!

Iris: I’m sick of feeling usless.

We’re out of this hell!

Sick of being told “No!”

I’ll lose everything,

I don’t need an absolution

But my passion I refuse

I’ll do better on my own

To sell!

I’ll do better on my own!

All: Take me away!/ Get me!/ To New York City!

(Lights down.)

It's coming together!

"Of All Things Nonsensical" by Dave Winnyk opens June 19th @ 8pm and runs June 20th, 26th, 27th @ 8pm with a matinee on June 21st @ 3pm and a midnight showing on the 27th after the 8pm show.

“Of All Things Nonsensical” is a farcical satire in two acts and an epilogue that follows a group of friends through the trials and tribulations of being in relationships, finding your purpose, and surviving high school and college. The story is told through the eyes of Drew, his crazy rants and drawings, and his imaginary friends (D.I.F's). This is a great show for anyone looking for “American Pie" and “Rushmore”-esque laughs. It is a great show for high school and college kids; however, parental guidance is suggested for anyone under 13 (and anyone who lacks a sense of humor) because of allusions to sexual content, language, and offensive material.

Director: Dave Winnyk
Asst. Director: Catherine Conlin
Stage Manager: Emily Wright
Asst. Stage Manager: Elisabeth Telep
Technical Director: Chris Cmolk
Set Designer: Anna Meyer

Drew: Ryan Grimes
Lindsay: Jillian Leff
Kelsey: Kay Rommel
Michelle: Krissy Hartman
Kyle: Scott Miesse
Matt: Matt Gilbert
Zach: Robby Thrall
Dana: Dave Winnyk
Professor: Jordan Bizzi
Drew's Imaginary Friends: Garion Bender, Alexis Mitchem

Tickets are $10 for adults, $8 for students
(Seniors get a special $2 discount)
Midnight Show tickets are $5
Our theater is located at Edwin S. Griffiths Masonic Lodge, 6320 Royalton Road
(Between Ridge and State Roads, Across from Arby’s)
For Reservations: 216-556-0415 or e-mail us at rplayerstheatre@aol.com

My show is finally coming together! I can't believe it. It's hard to believe that just over a year ago this was all just an idea and a few months before that, the idea hadn't even existed and now IT IS A SHOW!!!!

It's amazing. The feeling of watching it is incredible... I love it.

I feel a show coming together =)

shopping for girls capri's at JCP... God I love theatre.

I got the EmmCee and Cabaret boy, we're swinging =)

i see a show coming together.

rehearsal last night went... interestingly. hopefully tonight will be better.

i really need to go to sleep soon... will I? probably not.

Willkomen, Bien Venue, Welcome!

Hi, 

My name is Dave. I am 18 years old and an avid member of the North East Ohio theatre community. I am a writer, actor, director and musician. This is basically where I will post new things like what is going on with my shows (currently one that I wrote and directed called Of All Things Nonsensical, and the musical Cabaret (This is a video of the part on want, EmCee, yes, that is John Stamos as in Uncle Jessy from Full House.) Both are being performed at The North Royalton Players.), snipits of projects (scripts, music, books, poems) I am currently working on, and links to stuff I think is cool.

Hopefully you will enjoy my blog and my projects. 

Kay, bye.