Monday, October 22, 2007

Rehearsals and Readings.


At my reading on Saturday, people were like, "that was your best reading yet!" They liked it very much. It was nice. Maybe learning how to be an actor is really paying off in the poetry department.

Someone said I was an orator. That's nice. If you missed the reading, you missed out.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Waking Up a Failure

In the spirit of chronicling failures, I would like to talk about mine.
Yesterday, was my first rehearsal. We rehearsed the last scene I was supposed to memorize. I didn't know I had to memorize it until very recently. So, I am not off-book on that.

I should mention also that I have never been to a rehearsal of any kind.

Then I went to a poetry reading. It was OK. It is very important to talk to poets after readings. When you talk with poets, there are often drinks involved.

The next morning I woke up on the wrong side of town and 30 minutes late for line-running with SeƱor Gamboa.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Boom Boom Energy


A poet I like very much is doing anagrams of Shakespeare's sonnets. I like them very much.
K. Silem Mohammad is who I am talking about. Forget everything you know about poetry and Shakespeare and check him out.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

The Murder of Banquo

and of sleep.

Banish Plump Jack and Banish All the World.


Although I have never been in a Shakespeare play, I have always wanted to be Jack Falstaff. It isn't why I go by Jack, but it should be.

I have always liked Macduff. He is the reason why I have developed my obsession with Shakespeare's plays.

When Macbeth ceased being my "favorite," certain images from it have always remained to haunt me.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

the curse of shakespeare's tomb

Hey Everybody!

I went home to LA over the weekend and my grandmother gave me an old book (circa 1934) entitled: William Shakespeare, A Handbook

It's all about Shakespeare's life, company, audience, theater, and I don't know what else because I have not read it all.

BUT. Something interesting caught my eye and I thought I'd share it with you other Shakespeare lovers. The epitaph on his gravestone, (according to this book probably written by the Bard himself) reads:

Good frend for Jesus sake forbeare,
To digg the dust encolased heare:
Bleste be the man that spares thes stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones.

might not be "life's but a walking shadow," but I'll take it.