Yesterday was a New York City day. A late birthday gift from John. Tickets to see EQUUS. The actor playing Alan Strang is Daniel Radcliff of Harry Potter fame. All grown up now. From Quidditch star to sexual psychopathy.
It's a powerful play in the ways that it questions sanity and questions what is real passion. When the psychiatrist speaks to his friend about how he lives a brisk, tame life pretending to be interested in the primitive but this boy he is supposed to "cure" acts out something deeply primitive and lives real passion--but at a cost that is self-destructive, I wept.
We were both so moved by the play and it's call to passion and the parallell in our lives that we sat until the theater was empty.
We also went to the Morgan Library to see the Babar exhibit. One of the touching parts of the story was the realization that Babar was drawn by father and then son. Babar was such a caring father to Pom and Alexander. I wonder at the hurts each time John looks at fatherhood through these slant lenses and wonders at his sons and how they pulled away when he has cancer.
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