In Memory of Joanne Jacobson

 

New Dramatists will always save an aisle seat for Joanne.

The playwrights, board and staff of New Dramatists are heartbroken by the loss of our Board Member and dear friend, Joanne Jacobson. Devoted to the artistic development and personal well-being of playwrights, Joanne generously wrapped her arms around this organization. She was fierce in her passion for supporting artists and she was equally fierce as a devoted friend. We offer our support to the entire family as we join you in mourning her passing.

Sweet Joanne by Karen Hartman and Annemarie Millazzo

A song commissioned by Joanne Jacobson at the writers' benefit in 2009

Tonight you’re coming home, I’ll leave my bright lights on
This city street gave up her heat the minute you were gone
Now I will open wide, sing sweetly as I can
I’ll lull you back where you belong, so close your eyes Joanne

Oh oh,
The Hudson stretches into view
She’s rocking you.

Walk to the bridges, through Chinatown
Ride on the N or the R go so far when they’re not broke down
Over the skyline, down to the pier
Battery Park in the dark shouts your name now that you are here
Now that you’re here
You belong here

A face you’ve always loved, your old familiar friend
Though the Cyclone or the boardwalk won’t be the same again
So all that you remember of me and my lit skies
Is there in every ember that I set inside your eyes.

Oh oh,
The Hudson stretches into view
She’s rocking you.

Chelsea apartments rising up fast
Almost unseen my fair queen shakes off clean of her back porch past
Open your windows, loosen your blinds
The din and the smell they will yell to the rooftops that you are mine

Over the skyline, down to the pier
Battery Park in the dark shouts your name now that you are here
Sleep my dear
Sleep in my hand
Sleep now Joanne

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Dedicated to the Playwright

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FLAMBOYANTS by Catherine Filloux

For Joanne Jacobson
Key West 7/15/01

Sitting at the table with a painted sea, looking out at a lion fountain
Traveling from King Arthur and the Druids
To Cambodia and an article I’m writing called 12 Gems…
I feel that I have been given such a gift:
The gift of quiet reflection
Of pure air
Clouds I’ve never seen before
Observing the ocean at Fort Zachary Taylor
In all its different moods
Admiring the way the trees all lean towards the sea
I’ve lain in the pool and looked up at flamboyants
Dodged lizards, looked at painted vans
Basked in the hospitality of Denny and Rocky
Enjoying their steady visits and conversations
The thunder has cracked to remind me I’m on an island
I’ve learned about “Eyebrow Houses” at the nearby bookstore
Biked to the Writers’ Houses, their vibes wafting behind me
As I ride back to Dos Casas.
When I arrived I was swamped with work that I’m so happy about
But overwhelmed.
In the loveliness of your cottage
Bright, welcoming, harmonious
I was able to lay it all out like a map
A beautiful map of China, England, Southeast Asia, France
Love, tranquility and the heart
Another beautiful plane ride
Will take me away
Waving to Denny and Nessie
Carrying your gift in the prop plane.