A theatre of actors-of-actors gather to emblazon in the heartburn of speech, drama, and dance where the love of kissing theatre in its mouth is a suicide mission.
The acrobats were out in Sessoms Park, flaying arms and colors: the jokers and break dancers, the singers and mimes.
These epic versifiers came to mix with the minors the majors and wolfin' with the good the great and self-proclaimed.
Until it all came to be charged with energy around Greek mosaic shadows of american playwrights inhabit a studio room
Neil Simon, Eugene O'Neill, Tennesse Williams, Christopher Durang, William Shakespeare...
The old pledges are locked behind glass
vacated seats seek conscious alignment and students strike for their right to learn.
Erasmus in his "The Praise of Folly" said:
"If a person were to try stripping the disguises from actors while they play a scene upon stage, showing to the audience their real looks and the faces they were born with, would not such a one spoil the whole play ? And would not the spectators think he deserved to be driven out of the theatre with brickbats, as a drunken disturber ?... Now what else is the whole life of mortals but a sort of comedy, in which the various actors, disguised by various costumes and masks, walk on and play each one his part, until the manager waves them off the stage ? Moreover, this manager frequently bids the same actor to go back in a different costume, so that he who has but lately played the king in scarlet now acts the flunkey in patched clothes. Thus all things are presented by shadows."
The are of being a "shadow" or man/woman behine the mask
can be quit a challenge. Therefore may the Muses bless you
with all their secrets for painting cinematic scenes on
the mind behine the eyes. Break a leg.
Your friend and Poet
ernest