I have fallen through glass…jumped from a deck, shattered the table. Not a scratch.

I skinned my knee when I was in third grade and it left a scar and a purple spot that I could still see and feel for several years—at least that was my perception of it. Am I ready to climb the stairs? I think maybe I am (I fell on the stairs in 3rd grade).

I am falling comfortably, permanently and from time to time I do fall (like this past Monday)

When I was tired on my way to bed while I was walking up the stairs.

I've tripped on numerous occasions…sometimes its my own doing, well, actually, its always my own doing. Falling is about tripping without a net.

When I wasn't paying attention. When he tripped me! When I was trying to carry a large couch with a stubbed toe.

When I first doubted my step. If I imagine how I could do it, it must have looked terrifically charming. Always is if you ar a master of your body (and soul).

When I was a child of 5, I fall from the tree.

Be woken by the phone call "Hello" "You're going" but it didn't happen.

In the Bronx, NY, I fell off a bike riding on the handlebars. I was rushed to the ER with a dislocated elbow (age 15).

I have fallen all my life. As a young child I fell most of the time until I leared to stand. Even then I still fell. The worst fall was the one that destroyed my knee. I made a sweet move to the basket, clearly beating my defender. But just then I heard a loud pop. I fell hard. I couldn't get up.

I once fell off a trapeze when I was about nine years old. I fell onto my butt.

I was young. I climbed up on the kitchen counter. I stood up & tried to open a cabinet. I fell backwards. I landed flat on my back with my head tucked. Shocked and unhurt.

I've fallen in a fever in my head. Sometimes it will reach the outside and stumble or just keep falling in a fever.

When I was in 5th grade I fell off of a rope swing that my friend made that hung off a branch ion the big tree in his front yard. I landed on my back and hurt my head on his driveway. I had to go to the hospital and the doctor gave me 3 staples in my head.

When I dream, I always dream of falling. One dream is that I am falling on a curb, and I trip and fall onto the street, after that I wake up. I have also fallen in love. This is a type of fall because you forget everything, but that one person (or thing) When you dream of falling it probably means that you feel lost.

Physically? On the ice running to return a U-Haul truck. The ground under my feet sheer glass pulled me out and up then down-flat on my back-shocked but uninjured. Psychologically? In love…with the impossible dream, shocked and injured but still standing.

When I was a little bean (a jellybean of sorts—the kind little kids sneak in their pockets and suck and chew on during the balmiest of days) I fell out of one such pocket which had an unmended hole worn thorough, and I hit the cold pavement with a lightweight ping and a pang of remorse and regret for not having held on more carefully to my sisters and their brothers.

I "fell" when I was about 20. I joined a frat, became drunk and stupid with regularity, and generally was rejected from anything I applied for. This wasn't a very big fall but a decent size on for a middle class white kid.

In third grade someone had tied my shoelaces together while I was sleeping on the school bus. When I went to get off the bus, I tripped and I fell. I got a bloody nose and I cried.

I fell when I stopped short on my bicycle and tumbled over the handle bars. The street was icy and I fell in a pile.

When I received all the ends of the rope…

I fell for my guy Dan in 1992 for my baby Laszlo in 2002 for the movie "Frida" last week for Dwight Yoakum, Steve Earle and John Hiatt over and over.

Many times-how can you not? Fall into yourself completely and get a little lost (as cliché as it may sound) the trickiest part of all is allowing yourself to, no matter what the consequences may be.

Metaphorically, too many and too painful to indulge myself in now. I prat fall for a living and even then it is hard to distinguish between real and planned. I know I am going to fall but for a split second I have to convince myself…

Falling is like not knowing where the sidewalk is. I only fall when I am unsure of my surroundings, otherwise I trip. Trippy Trippy Trip…

Literally, when I was riding my bike through a grave yard. I went flying over a hill and crashed into a street.

I fell in love with a grocery store stock boy and whacked into a pole when I told him my name.

I fell out of touch with my grade school best friend.

The first, or last, time? I've fallen in love. I've fallen in pain. I've fallen for this.

I fell when I fell in love with you.

Many many times from rocks from grace.

Off my bike when a car door swung open on the side of the street. In a dance class, many a time.

I fall off my bike a lot, if that counts. Which is kind of a big deal when it really isn't hard to ride a bike.

In eighth grade, some friends of mine and I were in search of some theatre flats. We hadn't found them anywhere after an hour of looking. Then we looked up at the projection booth of the auditorium and became sure the flats were there. So we found a 12 foot ladder, which only just reached the bottom of the 15 foot balcony. Due to construction, the doors to the balcony were locked, so we would have to climb over the rail from below. Everything was fine, until I grabbed onto the rail itself, which had been placed in place, but not secured. I fell the fifteen feet back to the auditorium floor. It's the only time I've broken a bone: my left index finger. We never found the flats.

1982 - Fell down a crevice in the mountains north of Atlanta, GA-the crevice had water running down so it wasn't a bad fall - just a long, wet fall. My friends formed a human chain to get me out.
1999-Fell in love with an orthodontist. My father had just died, my mother was dying and then died. I think falling in love with someone so inappropriate was nature's way of protecting me from the pain of losing both parents almost at once.
1963 - Fell through a hole in the floor of an abandoned haunted house-a farm house. Thought the ghost did it.

My whole life until about 5 years ago-have the falling sensation where it seems like your insides shrink away from the inside of your skin-pull into the center of your body which has simultaneously become infinitely, universally large-crash-shatter, and fall away into space. I know one other person who has experienced this-we call it "the chiclet sensation," not sure why we call it that. I used to fall and stumble often when menstruating but seem to be able to handle it better now.

I used to fall off horses or get rubbed off onto fences and barn walls-not so much any more.

Fell off a ladder in 1979 & fractured 2 vertebrae. He was chipping ice off the roof.

No literal falls, but one big one in 1982 - related to Jim Beam & Johnny Walker. Does that count??

Mostly, I've toppled into boats. They move at just the right speed to fall into. And you can usually jump off in time if necessary. The best boat I fell into was a red ex-fire-boat owned by a semi-gangster named Don Schemel (later murdered in dubious circumstances along the railroad tracks near Union Station). His boat was for giving tours of Chicago buildings, and I fell into it in the hot summer of '99 (while the U.S. was blowing up bridges and OTHER boats in Serbia). I really did fall in, walking along Randolph St. and crossing the Chicago River. Tumbling down the steps to his scrunched-in boat dock, Don, with his red-pirate beard demanded: "Can you make them [the tourists] fall for this muck-heap of a city?" I didn't bat an eye-lid, and sometime later I fell flat for one of the tourists sitting there on the architecture tour: some Italian all in yellow pretending to scribble in her notebook as we glided along past the decrepit Art Deco pseudo Champaign-bottle Carbide and Carbon Building on Michigan. It's been all falling ever since.

From grace? Too many times to tell.

Via gravity?- Years ago...It was 4th of July and a group of friends and I had left a party to see the fireworks show that was being held nearby. After arriving near the giant field, we had to get out and walk with the 1/2 mile with the throngs of blanket carrying, lawn chair carrying, cooler carrying people that were just as anxious as we to see the oooh's and feel the ahhh's as we were.Along the way, I had the bright idea to entertain my friends by mocking the various people that might be walking in front of us, next to us or even behind us in line. The mocking included such things making fun of the way the person walked, their appearance, their attire, you name it- whatever way the person could be made fun of they were and, of course, it was always done solidly behind their back.Well, my friends were laughing so hard they were doubled-over crying (and who wouldn't- better them than us) while I, with all of this attention and positive reenforcement, was brimming with electricity. Their energy was pouring into me and I need some way in which to release it...I had an idea...I saw a steel roadside guardrail and had, for a split second moment, dreams of Gene Kelly in Singin in the Rain. I took off running, lept into the air and, in those stretched motion seconds of hanging in the air I came to realize that the guardrail was not curved at the top as I had guessed, but that it came to an end with about little better than 1/3 of an inch with which I would have to do my "dance" on.Before I could panic, or think, or react, my face was in the gravel and my entire body was strewn willy-nilly. My glasses were smashed into my face, my face was bloodied and bruised and I was spitting gravel and dirt out of my mouth. I was dazed, embarrassed and humbled. My friends fought back extreme laughter while I collected the pieces of mybroken glasses and shattered ego. All the while, those people that I had secretly made fun of, walked by me, looking on with interest or concern- never knowing that it was their Karmic work that had produced a comic work of comeuppance. Oh well.We never did see the fireworks.

I have fallen when I am in flux. Whenever I feel like my life is undergoing a momentous change, when things are up in the air, when I'm moving from one thing to the next-- then, it seems, I'm more likely to fall. When I left high school for college, I fell for the woman who became my wife. When she left me, I fell for a man I met at a conference. When I began to switch careers, I fell for my best friend.

While drunk, scurrying across 2nd ave. on 9th st. in NYC at midnight, all the car lights illuminating the scene, with my mother, who had just danced on the bar at Coyote Ugly. Indeed.

Falling, A History: I fall in with the wrong crowd. I fall out of love. His face falls. Everything falls apart. I fall for you. I fall in love. The unessential falls away. Everything falls into place.

In front of a ritzy cafe in Paris with a lot of people watching, I had a few suitcases and it all went everywhere. I actually did it on purpose for my own amusement.



I have fallen for watching you fall.




     When have you fallen?







Body of Work

April 2003
Athenaeum Theatre
PAC/edge ]

The Thought on the Stair...or what I should have said

Local Infinities creates a site-specific, three-hour performance piece using the Athenaeum Stairwell.

The French expression, "l'espirit du escalier", loosly translated into English as, "The thought on the stair", describes the feeling one gets when one realizes the perfect thing to say...after the moment to say it has passed.

This piece intends to recreate "l'espirit du escalier" for the audience by asking the question, "When have you fallen?" before the audience enters the stairwell and creating an experience on the stairwell that may trigger other answers to the question once they have passed through.

Scroll through the initial answers to this question on the left. Email us if you had a thought on the stair as to "...what I should have said."




Credits [ bios ]

Katie Connolly
Butchy Fuego
Tom Howe
Tannera Marshall

Erica Mott

John Musial
Kate Sheehy
Meghan Strell



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