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"We struggle with dream figures and our blows fall on living faces." Maurice Merleau-Ponty

When I started this blog in 2011, I was in a time of transition in my life between many identities - that of Artistic Director of a company (Apocryphal Theatre) to independent writer/director/artist/teacher and also between family identity, as I discover a new family that my grandfather's name change at the request of his boss in WWII hid from view - a huge Hungarian-Slovak contingent I met in 2011. Please note in light of this the irony of the name of my recently-disbanded theatre company. This particular transition probably began in the one month period (Dec. 9, 2009-Jan. 7, 2010) in which I received a PhD, my 20 year old cat died on my father's birthday and then my father, who I barely knew, died too. I was with him when he died and nothing has been the same since. This blog is tracing the more conscious elements of this journey and attempt to fill in the blanks. I'm also writing a book about my grandmothers that features too. I'd be delighted if you joined me. (Please note if you are joining mid-route, that I assume knowledge of earlier posts in later posts, so it may be better to start at the beginning for the all singing, all dancing fun-fair ride.) In October 2011, I moved back NYC after living in London for 8 years and separated from my now ex-husband, which means unless you want your life upended entirely don't start a blog called Somewhere in Transition. In November 2011, I adopted a rescue cat named Ugo. He is lovely. As of January 2012, I began teaching an acting class at Hunter College, which is where one of my grandmothers received a scholarship to study acting, but her parents would not let her go. All things come round…I began to think it may be time to stop thinking of my life in transition when in June 2012 my stepfather Tom suddenly died. Now back in the U.S. for a bit, I notice, too, my writing is more overtly political, no longer concerned about being an expat opining about a country not my own. I moved to my own apartment in August 2012 and am a very happy resident of Inwood on the top tip of Manhattan where the skunks and the egrets roam in the last old growth forest on the island.

I am now transitioning into being married again with a new surname (Barclay-Morton). John is transitioning from Canada to NYC and as of June 2014 has a green card. So transition continues, but now from sad to happy, from loss to love...from a sense of alienation to a sense of being at home in the world.

As of September 2013 I started teaching writing (composition and rhetoric) as an adjunct professor at Fordham University, which I have discovered I love with an almost irrational passion. So blessed for the opportunity and hope to find a more permanent job doing same.

I worked full time on the book thanks to a successful crowd-funding campaign in May 2014 and completed it at two residencies at Vermont Studio Center and Wisdom House in summer 2015. I have done some revisions and am shopping it around to agents and publishers now, along with having written a rough draft of a new book and some other projects.

Not sure when transition ends, if it ever does. As the saying goes, the only difference between a sad ending and a happy ending is where you stop rolling the film.

For professional information, publications, etc., go to my linked in profile and website for Barclay Morton Editorial & Design. My Twitter account is @wilhelminapitfa. You can find me on Facebook under my full name Julia Lee Barclay-Morton. More about my grandmothers' book: The Amazing True Imaginary Autobiography of Dick & Jani

Recently, I started a website Our Grandmothers, Our Selves, which has stories about many people's grandmothers. Please check it out. I will be blogging there, too, now.


Tuesday, August 16, 2011

a jet lagged post

I am still not very coherent today, but did manage to see a show that I will write the review for tomorrow on nytheatre.com.  I figure sleeping before writing the review is a good idea, as I want to write as fairly as possible.

Went to a meeting to connect with folks here today that share my need to find a way through our various difficulties, then downtown to the show.  Met a friend there, with whom I saw and discussed the show, then to see another old friend with her new baby.  I visited her in Carroll Gardens, which used to be an immigrant Italian community, but now is about as trendy as you can get - you end up stumbling over competing gourmet groceries and designer pet shops, galleries and high-end vintage clothing stores, children wearing organic cotton with parents who clearly read parenting books.

I don't really know what to think about that, as it used to be a neighborhood of Madonnas in bathtubs and with a deli called Frank's.  It was somewhat dangerous but also OK because so many families who knew each other lived there, the Gowanus canal was made of toxic substances and everyone wore polyester clothes and had big hair.  But this is the NYC story (and the London story) of relentless gentrification.  And no matter what the trees along the sidewalks are gorgeous, the sun was shining and the day was lovely.

On the other hand, looking at folks on the train and at the meeting and on the street, I see a lot of people looking unwell next to people seeming almost over-fit and healthy.  It's a weird somewhat distressing mix.  I'm trying to see everything with as cool an eye as possible, not romanticizing, listening to my negative as well as positive views of this place.


The folks I speak with seem in general to also be going through somewhat trying times, but maybe that's what I'm picking up on as I am, too.  However, it does seem to be a somewhat ongoing theme.


On yet another hand (which means I suppose by now I must have 3 hands), I do feel safe here for the most part, and I do 'get' the place.  And there is comfort there.  I also feel comfortable in theaters and near theaters, even if what is going on inside them may not be my cup of fur.

I am no closer now to a few days ago about knowing where to live, but then again, I just got here.   I am finding that I dread questions about my future and what I will be doing for money, goals, etc.  But maybe getting in touch with the time zone would be a good place to start.  However, I think tonight may be an early one as I think I could sleep for about 12 hours, and might just do so.

So to a very early bed....

2 comments:

  1. Where can we read your reviews?

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  2. some will be on this site and some will be on nytheatre.com. I will create links when they are published. Thanks for asking!

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