Fall Equinox

Fall Equinox
(after NoExit’s “Bad Wolf”)

We look desperately for signs of balance
Because the illusion of perfection
Lies there

Imbalance, though, is where perfection hides
Waves and winds make every moment now
Never again

Today, a small tribe of children
defeated a big bad wolf puppet
With fairy dust

But the magic was in the kid
Who shouted “Hey birdy” from the swings
To a costumed actor
Between shows

And in the moment when the bird
Took a seat on the next swing
And the two creatures flew



Far too long

It’s been far too long since I’ve updated the blog here. Sorry about that.

I have, however, been active on Twitter (IBJARTS and LOUHARRY). And still blogging on the arts at http://www.ibj.com/arts.

But still.

Here’s an update:

My play “Clutter” will be staged in January at Theatre on the Square. I’m looking forward to announcing the production team and cast. This one has been a while in the making and I’m thrilled that it will be coming to life. If you are part of the National New Play Exchange, you can read it on my page there.

I’m working on putting together another New York reading in October. Stay tuned for info. This one will probably be of my new play, “Only You…and You…and You.” This one, like “Midwestern Hemisphere,” is based on an unpublished novel co-written with Eric R. Pfeffinger.

I’ve got another humor book contracted. Can’t give you details but having fun chipping away at that one. Will hit the stacks in late 2017.

The first season of Site Lines Indy led us to really, really, really want to do another seasons. We finished the season with a reading of “Opus” by Michael Hollinger at the HIlbert Circle Theatre featuring an Indianapolis Symphony Orchestra string quartet. It was quite an evening. We are looking for partner organizations that have a constituency with a strong interest area. We then find a terrific play, cast and rehearse it, and bring it to that group’s turf for a one-night-only event.

You can always find my Indiana A&E stories and dining reviews at http://www.ibj.com/arts. Ticket giveaways there, too.

Going…Going…Gone is still going strong, with monthly shows at Theatre on the Square and pop-up shows at other locations. If you are interested in hosting one, drop me a note. We do a fun holiday party.

Indy Actors’ Playground is still happening the 3rd Monday of every month at Indy Reads Books. Terrific actors reading their bucket list plays. Stop in at 7 p.m. Better yet, come early to either donate or buy books. Either way, you help Indy Reads.

I’m sure there’s something I’m missing.

Oh, well.



One life for theater characters

Sometimes, I am slowed down in my play writing because I don’t want to let go of alternate scenarios that cannot coexist in a single play.

Since I usually start from character and place and never use an outline, my early thoughts and drafts go through a wide range of what-ifs and I find myself resisting doing actual scene work because I want these characters to be able to do this AND that rather than this OR that.

Eventually, though, I accept that these paper people become more human when I accept that they can only live, like us, second to second, minute to minute, and day to day, eventually forging one path through life.

That’s when I start to seal off those alternate routes in an effort to cover up any evidence that those dead-end tunnels once existed.

But I’m not there yet. For now, Donna and her daughter Connie and Mark and his brother Joey are living lives in multiple universes at the same time. Eventually, they’ll tell me the story–the one story–that they want written about them.




February update

The fun continues.

–I just posted four of my plays onto NNPN’s New Play Exchange.  One never knows who will be reading: https://newplayexchange.org/user

–After a two-month winter break, “Going…Going…Gone: The Live Auction Comedy” will be back in business March 6 with performances the first Sunday of each month. This time out, GGG vet Claire Wilcher will be joined by Comedy Sportz Indy co-founder Mia Lee Roberts and the wildly talented wildcard Courtney McClure. Tickets only $10 at www.tots.org. I’m also excited that a high-school production of GGG is in the works, details to come. More on “Going…Going…Gone” here: https://www.facebook.com/liveauctioncomedy/

–The next SiteLines play reading will take place March 23 at the Indiana Landmarks Center. A very talented team of actors will be reading Richard Nelson’s “Frank’s Home,” a terrific play about Frank Lloyd Wright and family. More on SiteLines here: https://www.facebook.com/Sitelinesindy/

–Indy Actors Playground, the actor-selected play reading series, continues the third Monday of every month. On March 21, Constance Macy and Jen Johansen make the selection. The 7:00 reading is free (although we never say what the play will be until you are there). https://www.facebook.com/IndyActorsPlayground/

–I’ll be providing the intro for the Indianapolis Chamber Orchestra’s live accompaniment to the Harold Lloyd classic “Speedy,” March 4 at the Indianapolis Museum of Art, hosting a Pub Trivia game at Who’s Yer Con on April 1, and tweeting the Oscars tonight @ibjarts and/or @louharry.

Thanks for checking in.


The morning of the first read

It’s that time again. The morning of the first reading of a new play.

I’m not talking about the first reading after a theater has agreed to produce a play. I’m talking about the first time I’ve gathered actors to give this creature a voice–my first opportunity to hear what I’ve gotten myself into.

As the architect of a play rather than its builder, a playwright has to eventually put the play into the hands of others, knowing that, barring a publishing deal, that’s the form by which its audience will see it.

I like to do that early in the process (early, of course, is a relative term–I’ve been working on today’s play for years. It began life as a novel, in collaboration with Eric Pfeffinger that never found a publishing home).

This first-read can be a deeply awkward time. The first time I gathered actors in my living room to read what became “Midwestern Hemisphere,” it proved an empowering–if way, way too long–evening packed with guideposts for developing the play. On the other hand, the first time I did the same with what became “Popular Monsters,” it was a cringe-packed afternoon that made me avoid for weeks the trio of talented actors who forged through the mess I had gall to call a play. (At the time, it was narrated by a werewolf and was only about an hour long.)

Note: I always find the best actors I can for these readings. That way, I can only blame myself.

There are some who believe that it’s shirking a writer’s responsibility to show a work to anyone until the writer has taken a work as far as he or she can. I’ve never been that kind of writer. One of the blessings of my time editing Indy Men’s Magazine was that I had a reciprocal relationship with Todd Tobias where we were each comfortable tossing a draft to the other and discussing a piece while in process. Rather than agonize over that last 10% of polish, we trusted that the other could pinpoint some places that would take the piece close enough to the finish line for publication. It worked.

A first reading of a play is similar, for me, except I am handing off the play not to another writer but to a set of people with very different talents. I’m not looking to them to give a post-read analysis of the piece and tell me where to go (although sometimes that happens and sometimes it’s very helpful).

More important is hearing the play as it happens, getting my first sense of the overall rhythm of the piece, finding the places where my voice gets in the way of its voice, and hearing if I’ve left room for the actor.

Sometimes, as with today, I’m trying to find if there’s a play in there somewhere. And I’m blessed to have actors in my universe willing–for a pizza lunch–to dive in for a few hours and show me what’s really inside this world I’ve tried to create.



SiteLines presents…

Thrilled to announce the launch of another long-in-the-making project.credeaux script

A series of play readings held in locations that resonate with each play’s subject matter, SiteLines finds established, not-yet-performed-in-Indy plays packed with life — plot- and character-driven stories that make you lean in to find out what happens next. And we present them in places that enhance the subject matter and, in the process, connect theater to new, interested audiences.

SiteLines events are one-night-only pairings of interest groups with discussion-sparking play readings featuring top-notch plays and (paid) actors.

For our first reading, on Dec. 10, we’re partnering with Gallery 924 and the Arts Council of Indianapolis for a free reading of Keith Bunin’s “The Credeaux Canvas” at Gallery 924. A discussion with gallery director Shannon Linker will follow. For more info and to RSVP, visit https://www.eventbrite.com/e/sitelines-presents-a-reading-of-the-credeaux-canvas-by-keith-bunin-tickets-19788571149

If you are part of an organization interested in partnering on a SiteLines project, by all means get in touch with John Thomas and I at louharrywriter@gmail.com

SiteLines has been funded in part by a grant from the Indiana Arts Commission.

Hope to see you there.



Hey New York folks: A free reading of my new play

Consider this your invitation to join my Nov. 10 at 7:30 for a reading of my play “Popular Monsters” at the 13th Street Repertory Theatre in New York City.

It’s 1978, “Halloween” is about to open, and Greg has landed his dream job at his favorite horror movie magazine. But what’s really scary isn’t what’s on screen or in print.

The event is free, although we’ll pass the hat for the wonderful group of actors who will be performing–including Eric Rolland (TV’s “The Men Who Built America”), Lorne Batman (“A Disappearing Number”), Max Cove (“A Modest Suggestion”), and Rachael Ma (“Living In A Musical” and “Nutcracker: Rated R”).

Kindly RSVP here if you plan to attend. Hope you can.


Upcoming events

Just an update on what’s happening over the next few weeks:

Oct. 19: Hosting Indy Actors Playground at Indy Reads Books. In case you don’t know about IAP, the premise is simple: Each month, a selected professional actor picks a play that he or she has long wanted to be a part of. The actor picks the cast and the play is read. Folks are welcome to come and hear, but we never announce what the play will be. For more about IAP, check it out on Facebook at Indy Actors Playground . And, if you happen to have any unwanted books laying around, bring them for donation. The reading itself is free.

Oct. 28: Hosting Indy Reads’ annual spelling bee. I’m told this will be the last time under this format. It’s always a blast. And there’s a taco bar this time.

Nov. 1: The November edition of “Going…Going…Gone: The Live Auction Comedy” features improv vets Claire Wilcher and Bill Wilkison along with Dance Kaleidoscope’s Caitlin Negron. Expect, well, don’t expect anything but a one-of-a-kind good time. More info at www.liveauctioncomedy.com and tickets at Theatre on the Square

Nov. ???: I’m in the process of pulling together a reading of a new play of mine in New York City when I’m in town for the American Theatre Critics Association conference. Stay tuned…


“The Mural” –a short story

On Sept. 20, I had the pleasure of attending Art Squared (home of the best neighborhood parade in Indianapolis) and participating in its Masterpiece in a Day competition.

For fiction writers, it works like this: Three elements are chosen in the morning of the event and writers have until 3 p.m. to submit a max. 1000 word short story. A panel then judges them without authorship information.

The elements chosen this year were Architecture, Post Office, and Mismatched Earrings.

Here’s what I came up with (It and other winners in fiction and poetry will appear in an upcoming issue of Punchnel’s Literary Magazine):

The Mural

by Lou Harry

“Turn here, Becky.”

I took a right at yet another blinking traffic light and drove down yet another small town street to yet another post office. Not much different than the last few. Two story brick building. Raised granite basement. Classical revival style. Tuscan columns of Indiana limestone.

Prior to meeting Carly, if I was on Jeopardy and the category was architecture, I would have just hit the buzzer, said “Who is Frank Lloyd Wright?” and hoped for the best.

But in my seven months with her—before and after she graduated—I picked up a few things. Picked up things like one of those prison guys by the side of the highway. Not particularly interested in what I was picking up. But doing what was required.

We looked up at the factory workers and the farmers. Carly went on and on about how Thomas Hart Benton traveled around Indiana and painted a series of panels for the Chicago World’s Fair, establishing the rulebook for these celebrations of the nobility of the American worker.

I tried to think if I knew an actual factory worker or an actual farmer.


“Pretty cool that he painted all of these,” I said.

No, Carly corrected me. These weren’t painted by Benton. They were “inspired” by Benton. Carly said “inspired” like it was something she had told me many times without it sinking in.

The original Benton murals, she said, weren’t in post offices. Most of them were actually in IU Auditorium.

Almost four years of my life there and I didn’t notice.

Outside, Carly sensed something.

“What?” she asked. Or said. I wasn’t sure.

“I just don’t see…they aren’t needed any more, right? These post offices. Isn’t that the thing? Because if they were needed…”

“It’s not about what they were. Or what they are,” Carly said. “It’s about what they can become.” She and her firm were trying to figure out what these no-longer-needed post offices could be turned into.

Another small Indiana town. Another post office on the closure list.

At some point, Carly had told me that a mural is a painting applied directly to a wall. You can’t take it down and move it somewhere else. Well, in some cases you can. But it’s a delicate process. And ethically questionable. A mural, Carly said, is an essential part of the architecture of a building.

I told Carly I was going to pass on this one, watching her as she climbed the wide steps, rising into another nearly abandoned, pretty-much unnecessary postal temple. I guess you can be sad about something like that. The end of something. But I think it’s more important to deal with the reality. Assess the facts and make the necessary decisions.

After a few minutes, I scribbled a “Be right back” note on the back of an old receipt and tucked it under the windshield wiper. I could have texted, I suppose, but I didn’t.

In dollar stores, I always end up buying something, even though I’m not looking for anything. This time, I picked out a pair of flowered earrings.

“Will that be all?” asked the woman behind the counter.

“That’s it,” I said.

Outside, I took off one of my drop earrings—the ones that Carly gave me at Christmas right after we met—put it in my pocket, and replaced it with one of the flower ones I just bought. I left the other drop in my other ear and the other flower on the cardboard.


Carly was standing by the car when I got back.

“So,” I asked as I got close. “What do you think?”

She looked at me. Looked right at me. Then at the post office.

“I know that there’s something that this can become,” she said.

“Maybe there isn’t,” I said.