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Wednesday, February 21, 2007
This year is looking great. I can hardly contain myself. All I need is for my bro's stupid bank account to unfreeze, GUH!!!!! Bloody annoying administrative crap.Chekhov is a genius. I haven't said it before, but I'm gonna say it many times to come. Chehkov captures the human condition so perfectly; it's frightening.Comedy stems from Chaos. *low satisfied moan*Everyone in an Ibsen play is lying.Everyone in a Miller play is hiding a secret.Nothing is resolved in Chekhovian plays.All men and women have an unresolved power struggle in the Greek plays.OOOOoOOoooHHHhHhHhhhHHhHH..... that stuff honestly makes me go all warm and shuddery inside.And actors are special people. We tug at the heartstrings of people. We take them on an emotional journey, because everyone wants to feel that rush; that danger; that fulfillment. Actors are the brief and abstract chronicles of our times. And I am proud to be one of that special breed of people.Actors are storytellers, and I must constantly remind myself not to be too affected by what I see or experience, because it is all an illusion. Learn to marvel at the experience Daphne, and not get carried away by it. Develop your outside eye.This is deja vu all over again. There are fireworks in the sky. Possibly for the Chinese New Year? I dunno. All I know is, I hear the sound of fireworks, and I look out the window, and I see the exact same set of fireworks I saw 4days ago. Ahhhh, good times. Possibly rather freaky, but what the hey! This probably carries no huge life changing implication, but, oh well!!!Energy, ahhh....... What an amazing concept. Passing on the energy; Keeping the energy up; Feeling each others energy, The energy of a scene. What does all this jargon mean? Probably nothing, to the lay person. But it holds such a huge plethora of possibilities, and impossibilities, to me. It is not theatrical wank. It's real; it's visceral; it's abstract; it's in all of us. And I am infinitely thankful that I can proudly say I am a chronicle of our time.
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