Theatre has a younger sister. She's a bastard child named Cinema and she came from a short lived affair between Father Storytelling and that hussy Photography. (they haven't spoken since)
She's beautiful and lusty and manages to seduce all the good artists in town sooner or later, but really she's all about the money and leaves them one after another high and dry in the end.
She's a real bitch but I love her anyway.
They also have a sister named Opera, but no one likes her anymore because she's gotten old and dowdy. She makes brief public appearances every now and again, but most of her lovers are dead and gone. Those few that are left remember her in all her glory and splendour--they carry around wallet-sized black and white portraits of a buxom young ingenue who was the talk of the town. Too bad all her sugar daddies died and left her penniless.
She did have one child though--Musical. Sometimes Musical gets along with her uncle Theatre, but more often than not it's a tenuous relationship. Theatre tried for awhile to adopt Musical, but in the end, she just moved out on her own. Theatre feels like his niece has sold out, and in a lot of ways, she has.
Good riddance I say, that hoebag was trashy anyway.
Sometimes Musical even dresses up like her uncle and pretends to be Theatre when really she's just screwing around pimping washed-up seventies artists catalogs into Broadway whoredoms. (Broadway is in fact a red-light district for Theatre, he rarely goes there because he knows he could get into a lot of trouble...)
Theatre, I know you may have fallen on hard times, but as far as I'm concerned, you are still the man of the house around here.
ps--I'm really sorry they made you change your name from 'Theatre' to 'Theater' when you moved to America. That was a real drag.
All in the Family
5.04.08-1
"and we breathed the breath of life into the vacuum"
(and the vacuum breathes us in)
anthropomorficus antithicus
--dehumanization of a species.
How are we not ourselves?
How are we not the things we seetouch smelltaste feel want?
Hear (here) ?
How are we not the things that we do
and make
and think? are we?
we?
and
whenit come
s
down to it
Howcouldwe
beanything BUT
our
selves ?
whatwewant
(what we surround ourselves with)
we become.
My mother once told me to be careful
about whatIwishedfor (because)
"People get what they really want..."
the opposite: assigning no meaning
to thingsIsurroundmySelfwith
no mean ing
to what I want.
the cycle:
we are created
we create
we are defined by what we create
res/as/ins -piration
breath es
has a life of it's own:
things
we are
breathing
arebreathingUs
(into being)
Breathing Underwater
Last night I had a dream that I could breathe underwater.
I know this because I was sitting at the bottom of a deep, silty bend in the Provo river with some friends watching sharks swim downstream.
Director's Note:
This is my Director's Note from the Rabbit Hole program:
"Becca: So somewhere out there, there’s a version of me—what?—making pancakes?
This play is about a giant elephant named Danny. It’s just as much about what is being said in the room, as what isn’t being said.
Becca: And so this is just the sad version of us?
This is a play about loss. About the holes left in our lives and the ways that they are filled and left empty.
Becca: But there are other versions where everything goes our way.
It’s about family. Relationships. People struggling to connect, to understand one another and themselves.
Becca: And those other versions exist. They’re not hypothetical, they’re actual, real people.
This play is about parallel lives and universes. It’s about wondering what could have been and what will be. It’s about coming to terms with what is.
Becca: Well that’s a nice thought. That somewhere out there I’m having a good time.
Somewhere out there, this play is a comedy. Howie and Becca and Danny live out their lives uninterrupted.
But the play you see tonight is not that play.
This is a play about Howie and Becca Corbett after the death of their son, Danny."
The show opened last night and was well recieved! If you haven't seen it yet, Please come! Two more performances...
Tagless
When I was a kid, I used to have dreams all the time about being at school naked. I would be so intensely embarrassed that the feeling would stay with me even after I woke up.
One of these dreams involved running breakneck out of the classroom and down the long hall of the school with only a pillow to shield myself.
Last night, I dreamt that I was at a mission reunion.
No suit, no white shirt, no tie or tag--nothing.
The funny part was that in my dream, I totally tried to pass it off as no biggie. I kept getting bizarre looks and faces full of shock from the sisters, and I would shoot back a "What?" look. I was still intensely embarrassed, but I had decided that ignoring the problem would be my best bet.
What was I thinking?
What do you think it means?
4.29.08
Today felt like three days.
I was up until about five thirty in the AM helping elisa finish editing an essay before she left to Romania. Ashley had also been enlisted, but on another task--BSing some sort of hoopwork hoopla paper that was supposed to be five to seven pages single spaced. After about two hours of monotonous drudgery, she finally grumbled "I hate this" before throwing in the towel. She passed out shortly thereafter and elisa had to strongarm her into getting off the tiny armchair she had curled up in and moving into a bed to sleep.
Also, we ate toast and imitated the elderly. And I made bad puns.
Slept six hours. Wrenched myself out of bed. Gag.
Worked on the lighting for Rabbit Hole until cast showed up for rehearsal at four.
TP tried to cancel the show again. Seriously pissered.
Rehearsal went really well, lighting looks beautiful I think, and many of the scenes hit a new level. Still stressed about getting the last few details together.
Afterwards, went to Target to buy some stuff to send Lisa her first package--Burt's Bees, Almond Roca, and some Ice Breakers. She's doing well in the MTC--I got my first letter from her yesterday. Also bought some Archer's Farms chips: Maple Barbecue Kettle chips and Baked Curry chips--so good!
Ash called and gave me the heads-up on a birthday party down by Provo Bakery. I pulled up and there were probably ten kids in the middle of the street grabbing at stuff on the ground. On closer inspection: Pinata bust!
We then played Pin the Horn on the Unicorn, discussed how much we all liked Elaine on her birthday, and had a bubble gum bubble blowing contest.
George Ann won.
Adam Griggs was a close second.
Then Zina's egyptian cat Reuben sat on Davey and left an unpleasant surprise. Davey left wearing Zina's blue sweats.
A bunch of kids decided to go hot potting, but I told myself that three late nights in a row was three too many and declined. Kind of wish I had gone--but it was probably best I didn't. I have such a hard time resisting adventures.
I am excited for summer.
Debating whether or not to pick up a few summer classes, and will probably have a job teaching a few theatre courses at Dixon's summer school.
Still trying to figure out how to get to London.
Preview night tomorrow!
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