Sunday Scribblings: Silence
This is inspired by the Sunday Scribblings blog and by some conversations I had with my cast members between shows yesterday.
I sense rather than see the longing in your eyes. Your voice has just a shadow of sadness. (Will all this striving be in vain?) I recognise it because it is in me, too.And yet you hold your tongue and your dignity. Your silence is rich. We are masters of self-possession and fake-it-til-you-make-it (will we ever make it?), and from somewhere you find the strength to witness your own disappointments. You are your own counsellor. There is an easiness in your posture. You have learned to wait, with enough love and money to continue, and the unrequited hope still gently bleeding through.
Teach me how to find your silence. Because the drive won't go away. And the questions are insistent.
(What if the story of my life just disappears in the noise?)
Take the 'character' parts - they are the bricks and mortar of a play; the most famous architect rarely has the skill to actually build what he has designed.
ReplyDeleteCast members silent, surely not the ones keen to impress? Would they not change into the characters they wish to portray to live, eat, breathe and think like them? Can they turn themselves off? Once an actor always one, so we know not who they really are.
ReplyDeleteA well-composed snapshot. Masters of self-possession, yes : )
ReplyDeleteThis is very beautiful. I'm stopping by from Sunday Scribblings to say hi :) Happy writing!
ReplyDeleteMegan Wille, Sci-Fi/Fantasy Author
Thanks Megan, you too!
Delete