Passion = Truth? How Jeffrey James Francis Ircink Sees The World? I love when people are passionate about something. That surging of emotion is the one honest measure of what truth is. It's a truthful display of how a person really feels about something or someone at that particular moment. That passion IS truth.



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Greendale, Wisconsin, United States
Ex-producer of THE REALLY FUNNY HORNY GOAT INTERNATIONAL SHORT FILM FESTIVAL, playwright, actor, singer, outdoorsman, blogger, amateur photog, observer & bitcher, Beach Boys groupie, Brett Favre fanatic, lover of everything Celtic and forever a member in the Tribe of HAIR. Spent most of my life in the Village of Waterford, a small town just outside of the Milwaukee suburbs. After 12 years in North Hollywood, Bel Air and Culver City, Cali, I moved back to Wisconsin in September 2009. No regrets - of moving to LA OR moving back to WI. Have traveled to Belfast, Ireland, Dayton (OH), Manhattan, Seattle, Cedar Rapids, New York, Miami and Sydney, Australia with my plays. Moved back into the Village of Greendale where I was born. Life is good.

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Friday, December 3, 2010

TGIF! presents..."Reveille!", a play by Jeffrey James Ircink



Steve Davis of Summerstage Delafield shot this short video (with his phone camera) of the staged play reading of my one-act, "Reveille!", which took place on September 25th at Trimborn Farm in Greendale, WI. Marty Norton (left) and Megan Turner starred in this performance - which was brilliant!

I've got a professionally-filmed DVD of the entire play but it's too long to put on the Web. Any suggestions?


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Thursday, October 7, 2010

Megan's Civil War gingerbread nuts (1860).

Megan (one of the actresses in my staged play reading, "Reveille!") took it upon herself to make some cookies for the event at Trimborn Farm on September 25th - an authentic Civil War recipe, mind you. I barely ate a piece of salami and cheese at the event (nerves). But I tried Megan's gingerbread nuts at home...very tasty.


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Monday, October 4, 2010

"Reveille!" party pics!

The staged play reading of my one-act, "Reveille!", on Saturday, Sept. 25th was a huge success. 105 family and friends turned out in the threshing barn at Trimborn Farm in Greendale to witness my "coming out" party (it was the first playwriting event I've had in WI since moving back here last September from Los Angeles).

Click on READ MORE! to see a few after-show pics taken at Ray & Dot's (The Legion) in Greendale.

Jas and I with Dave Hranicka.

Uncle Bob, his brother Rick and me.

Jas and I with the Nowak's, Schmidt's and Hranicka's!

Me with actresses Megan Turner (foreground), Marty Norton and fiddler John Losiniecki.

Dean and Leslie Keller from Iowa.

Bev Schmidt, Aunt Ev (Ircink) Nowak and Barb Hranicka.

The Nowak's! Uncle Bob (left) and sister, Bev, and brother Rick.

Gary Schmidt (left), Dave Hranicka (middle) and my brother. My guess is they're talking about hunting or fishing. Dave and his wife, Barb, flew in from MN to be at the reading. Nice.


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Monday, September 27, 2010

A "Reveille!" thank you...from the playwright.

The staged play reading of my one-act, "Reveille!", on Saturday at Trimborn Farm in Greendale, WI was a great success. I'd like to thank the following people:



Anne & mark Stuehn, Aurora stanton and denise kazar, arthur and dana ircink, monique ircink and 2 friends, Bethany britton (trumpeter) and mom and brother, Uncle Bobby & Myron and Gail Datka and their baby, Bruce and Cindy Hranicka, Uncle Butch & Aunt Susie and Lisa & Marsha Datka and Lisa's husband Joe, Cherryl and ron thomason and ron's brother and sister-in-law, cindy Huber, cindy kennedy-lesky and friend, dan schramm (fiddler), Dean (guitarist) and leslie and brenda Keller, Donovan and maria and gwyneth Glover, Frank Lenton, Kathy Lenton, Gary & Mary Saunders, Dave and Barb Hranicka, jason ircink, jim & ryan sickels, Jim (guitarist) and Shannon Keller, Joe nowak and Ashley, John losiniecki (fiddler), Justyna, Aunt Karen Rummel, Kim & John & Breanne & Haley Ellie and Breanne's boyfriend, Uncle Fred & Aunt Barb Koehler’s, kenny koepsel, Marty Norton (actress), melissa from Trimborn Farm and her mom, Matt schmidt, Megan (actress) & Steve and Lincoln and Harry Ginsberg, Mom and dad, Nancy and friend from Stir Crazy, Uncle Bob & Aunt Ev Nowak, Mike Nowak, Rick and Sue and Theresa Nowak, Uncle Rocky & Aunt Margie, Gary & Bev Schmidt, Bernie and Mary Beth Schroedl, Scott and Ashley Schmidt, Scott shramel, char, mark & mary from Soulstice Theater, Steve & Renee Olson, steve and marti from Summerstage Delafield, Uncle Fran & Aunt Mary Ircink, scott richter from Supermassive Productions, the Weber clan(3), paula, Faith and friend and Mrs. Patrick Lynch.


The attendees above...without you this night would not have been special. Thank you, thank you, thank you!


Special thanks to my brother Jason for helping with special effects and hauling props, my mother for preparing, hauling and serving food, all my aunts for helping set-up the food & clean-up, Uncle Butch and Uncle Rocky for providing props and Uncle Rocky for handing out programs (and for his surprise pumpkin), Joe Nowak for the wine, Aunt Ev for the hot pot and cookies, Megan Ginsberg's Civil War cookies, Jim & Ryan Sickels for carving pumpkins, and Steve Ginsberg for taking care of the raffle and name tags.


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Friday, September 24, 2010

TGIF! presents..."Josefin's Waltz"!



This song will be performed in my staged play reading, "Reveille!". First time I heard it I fell in love with it and had to have in the play. I like the set-up of this video.


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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

"I'm gettin' married in the morning..."

Well, I'm not. But "Dowd" might be...if he makes it through the Civil War in one piece. Megan Turner and I portray girlfriend/boyfriend in my one-act drama, "Reveille!", which is being performed as a staged play reading September 25th at Trimborn Farm in Greendale, WI. Also stars Marty Norton as "Catherin".


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Three Faces of Jeff. "Reveille!"-style.

Three sides of me as seen in the staged play reading of my one-act drama, "Reveille!", which takes place in 1863 Virginia. This invitation-only event takes place at the historic Trimborn Farm in Greendale, Wisconsin on September 25th. 102 RSVP's. Thanks Megan ("Amanda") for taking the shots!

"Dowd" (above), the love interest of Amanda.

Me as a Confederate soldier wearing shell jacket and forage cap. Sergeant stripes not yet sew on. Mom?!!

"Stumper", 1860's style, with western coat and beaver skin top hat.


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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Bethany the trumpeter-ess.

So, the final musician I needed for my staged play reading in a week and a half is my trumpeter. Push comes to shove, I was gonna play "Reveille" and "Taps" on the harmonica. But I placed an ad on Craigslist and in two days, Bethany contacts me...willing and able to perform for my one-act, "Reveille!" , performing September 25th at Trimborn Farm in Greendale.


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Sunday, September 12, 2010

John the Fiddler.

You can't have a play set in 1863 Virginia without a fiddler, can ya? John Losiniecki, from Milwaukee, will be accompanying the Cedar Rapids' Kellers on their gui-tars for the premiere staged play reading of my one-act drama, "Reveille!", performing September 25th at Trimborn Farm in Greendale.


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Amanda & Catherin. "Reveille!".

"Catherin" (left), played by Marty Norton, and "Amanda", played by Megan Turner Ginsberg, star in the staged play reading of my one-act drama, "Reveille!", which takes place in 1863 Virginia. This invitation-only event takes place at the historic Trimborn Farm in Greendale, Wisconsin on September 25th. 95 RSVP's. Family, close family friends and friends. It will be quite an evening.

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Saturday, September 11, 2010

A pair a mean, talented sombitches.

Dean Keller (left) and Jim Keller. Father and son. Posing for their cast headshots. They're playing the gui-tars for the staged play reading of my one-act, "Reveille!", the last weekend in September at Trimborn Farm in Greendale, WI.


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Friday, July 9, 2010

TGIF! presents...Mendelssohn's Overture to "A Midsummer Night's Dream". Op. 21.



Headed to Cedar Rapids, Iowa today for the weekend to see The Classics at Brucemore: "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and to have a read-thru of my one-act play, "Reveille!", with actresses, Marty and Megan. I'm producing a staged play reading of the play in September at Trimborn Farm in Greendale, WI.

It's been 12 years (since I moved to Cali) that I'd seen The Classics at Brucemore. I'm excited.


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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Monday, June 14, 2010

Monologue from "Reveille!".


(June, 1863. On a modest farm in the Shenandoah Valley in Northern Virginia, CATHERIN and AMANDA cope with a life now turned upside down by war. They are discussing Amanda's essay she's submitting to Godey's Ladies Book.)

AMANDA
Then why don’t you submit your own story?

(Once she has finished cleaning the strawberries, CATHERIN begins ironing.)

CATHERIN
The world is an unhappy place, Amanda. My demeanor would have to be on a higher plain to even consider the task of sitting down to write – Godey’s or otherwise.

AMANDA
Well if your demeanor were on a higher plain, what would you write about?
(Silence.)
Oh, come now, Catherin. Don’t be such a sour puss. Say something.

CATHERIN
(Wondering.)
I don’t know.
(Reflecting.)
I suppose I’d write about living here in the valley – before the war - when even the faintest of breezes blows in the smell of sassafras blossoms from a mile away and the mockingbirds swoop down on anyone who gets within a hundred yards of their nests.
(Beat)
I’d write about how that dog of yours slouches around so much so you’d think she were dead to the world except for when she nips at the honey bees flying about her head.

AMANDA
Don’t you dare say one unkind word about Molly. She’d sooner chew off her leg than hurt a flea.
(Searching.)
Now where did that dog go anyways? Molly? Come here, Molly!
(Beat)
I’m sorry...were you through?

CATHERIN
I was not.
(Beat)
I’d write about our farm, and how you’re scared of feeding the chickens and how one day –

AMANDA
That ain’t true!

CATHERIN
“That’s not true” and you are too. And how one day you proposed we eat the Rhode Island Red and Plymouth Rock chickens as they were most certainly Yankee-bred and would do irreparable harm to a Southerner’s palate. I’d tell of midnight walks along 4¼ Mile Road, lit up by the slightest sliver of a moon – like a postcard...
(She stops ironing.)
...where you can hear the rippling and splashing of Little Mountain Run in the dark as she snakes down and around through the Shenandoah Valley, and the horned owl joins the bullfrog and the crickets in a symphony that only God could compose. Or the lonesome whistle of the Blue Ridge Railway...clickety-clackety – reminding me there’s a whole
nuther world to explore beyond this valley.
(Beat)
To drink that all in - now the world’s filled with nothing but suffering because of some men’s war and I fear I may wake to a rifle barrel stuck in my gut – or worse. Oh I still smell sassafras occasionally but it’s –
(Beat)
– everything I cherish here has been smothered by war. The trains bring men into town, filling our streets with blue troops and gray troops marching off to kill one another. The air is filled with smoke and fire. The Yankees’ blockade stopped Little Mountain Run from rippling and splashing. How many people have we known moved away or killed? This simple life of ours which I derived so much joy, is no more.
(Beat)
I used to take pleasure in the rain – a steady, long, slow rain. It washed the earth clean and made everything smell reborn, like fresh laundry brought in outta the wind. The only rain that falls now brings with it the stench of death and the streets run with the blood of young men who are lost forever. And I’m afraid that everything will change and I’ll forget what it was like.
(She goes back to ironing. Embarrassed.)
I’m rambling.

- excerpt from "Reveille!" by Jeffrey James Ircink. © Copyright 2007


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Thursday, April 22, 2010

Separated at Birth? Kirsten Dunst & Bonnie Auguston.

Kirsten (top) and Bonnie (bottom). Bonnie's a new Facebook friend with a Milwaukee connection to me (sort of) - and she's a Marquette University graduate and an actress. I'm having a staged play reading of my historical, one-act drama, "Reveille!", this fall (more on that later) and I keep my eyes open for actresses who I could potentially cast in the stage production of the play. So far I have two in Cedar Rapids, one in Seattle, one in West Virginia and one in Oregon (Bonnie).

We met for coffee at the Marquette Union this morning to discuss my play - and just talk. (She was visiting from Oregon to see a friend perform in "Sunday in the Park with George" at Marquette University, directed by my friend, Tony Clements. Good show - go see it.) I absolutely love it when the "person" I see in a head shot turns out to be "the person" I meet face-to-face.

Thanks, Bonnie. It was a pleasure...


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Friday, March 19, 2010

My "Reveille!" venue? Trimborn Farm?

I've barely begun to delve into self-producing my plays and I'm getting a headache. Fine - gonna start with a staged-reading of my one-act play, "Reveille!".

Trimborn Farm is a Victorian era estate located in Greendale, Wisconsin (my birthplace). Nine buildings sit (set?) on 7.5 acres, including a farmhouse, granary, lime kilns, stone barn with two silos and a threshing barn (red barn above). It's listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

The red threshing barn was built in 1858. It's freaking perfect for "Reveille!" as the play is set in 1863 on a farm in Virginia. There's an old period buggy inside and an assortment of antique farm machinery on display.

Meeting with the powers-to-be next week. My gut tells me there's gonna be a Reveille! at the Trimborn Farm this summer. Huzzah!


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Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Origami No. 4

Here's a snippet from a short play I'm writing called, Reveille! - about two Virginian women in 1862. Reveille! will be one of three short plays in an erotic trilogy called, AMOR NO FLUXO(PRONOUNCED “FLooSHA”), or LOVE IN FLUX.

AMANDA
Oh go on. You’re just jealous ‘cause Godey’s Ladies Book didn’t ask you to submit a story, that’s all.

DOWD
I think it’s wonderful Godey’s ran an ad and invited all its readers to send in a story – not just you.

AMANDA
How would you know? You never read Godey’s so how would you know the first thing about it?

DOWD
Godey’s Ladies Book is a prissy piece of trash for passin’ time and nothing more. Why, any soul in his right mind would pay good money for the paper it’s printed on just so as he – or she – could have something fittin’ to use in the washroom. And I am not referring to washing one’s hands either.

AMANDA
Well that’s peculiar talk coming from a lady. I don’t recall the last time such vulgarity was spoken in our home.
(Beat)
I say Godey’s is not a luxury but a necessity. With its helpful hints and its patterns and needle-work and instructions in housekeeping – why we save twice the price we pay for it in less than a year.

DOWD
Anything I’d write would put to shame 99% of the garbage in that rag – if I had the time.

AMANDA
Then why don’t you write your own story and submit it?

DOWD
The world is an unhappy place, Amanda. My demeanor would have to be on a higher plain for me to even consider the task of sitting down to write.

AMANDA
Well if the world were in a better place, what would you write about then?
(Beat)
Oh, come on. Don’t be a sour puss. Tell me.

DOWD
(Reflecting.)
I suppose I’d write about living here in the valley – before the war...when even the faintest breeze blows in the smell of sassafras blossoms from a mile away and the mockingbirds swoop down on anyone who gets close to their nest – which they do without reservation ‘cause everyone knows you’re never to kill a mockingbird and they know it, too. I’d write about how that dog of yours slouches around so much so you’d think he were dead, except for when he scratches the fleas off his back and nips at the honey bees flying about his head.
(Beat)
Or the farm – I’d write about the farm, and how you’re scared of feeding the chickens –

AMANDA
I am not!

DOWD
You are too. And how one day you proposed we eat the Rhode Island Red and Plymouth Rock chickens as they most certainly were Yankee-bred and would do irreparable harm to a Southerner’s palate. I’d tell of midnight walks along 4 ¼ Mile Road, lit up by the slightest sliver of a moon - like a postcard...where you can hear the rippling and splashing of Little Mountain Run in the dark as she snakes down and around through the Shenandoah Valley, and the horned owl joins the bullfrog and the crickets in a symphony that only God could compose. Or the lonesome whistle of the Blue Ridge Railway...clickety-clackety - reminding me there’s a world to explore beyond this valley. I’d write how exhausted I am after drinkin’ it all in and how I’m able to get a full night’s sleep and wake up refreshed, ready to experience it all over again.
(Beat)
Not like now...where the only smells in the valley are of death and the only sounds are the pangs of innocent folk suffering because of some men’s war. Not like now when I worry that soldiers might steal off with the horses in the middle of the night or that I might awaken to a rifle barrel stuck in my gut - or worse. Where the roads and city streets are filled with blue troops and gray troops – depending on who's in control at the time - marching off to fight and the incessant grumblings of war by townspeople who have nothing else to talk about ‘cause there is nothing else to talk about.
(Beat)
I smell sassafras occasionally. And I’m not saying the crickets have stopped chirping or Ollie stopped shooing bees all together. But it’s - everything I cherish about this place has been smothered by war. The trains bring men into town to fight one another. The air is filled with smoke and fire. The Yankees’ blockade stopped Little Mountain Run from rippling and splashing. People I know have died or moved away. The...the ecstasy I once felt here is gone – replaced with chaos and fear. I used to enjoy the rain – a steady, long, slow rain. It washed the earth clean and made everything smell reborn...new – like fresh laundry that’s come in outta the sun and the wind. The only rain that falls now brings with it the smell of death and the streets run with the blood of young men who are lost forever. And I’m afraid that everything will change and I will forget what it was like.
(Sheepishly.)
I didn’t mean to go and on.
(Beat)
That’s what I’d write about. The way things used to be. Our reality is the war - what joy would there be in writing about that?

AMANDA
Well I’m fairly certain that’s not the slant Godey’s is aspiring it’s readers to write about – all the blood and guts and such. I, for one, choose to concentrate on the positive aspects of the day. War or no war.

DOWD
You be optimistic for both of us. Maybe something good will come of it.

AMANDA
Godey’s Ladies Book publishing my story would be a positive start, I’d say.
(Beat)
Sounds like a storybook – all that, fluff you were talking about. You came up with all that on your own?

DOWD
It wasn’t difficult. I’ve lived it all my life.

AMANDA
(Beat)
“Sassafras blossoms”. I like that. May I use it in my narration? For Godey’s?

DOWD
Not too much fluff for you, I hope.

AMANDA
Well...


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