Newsstand 2
Theatre Raleigh
Draft 3
“The meaning of life is to find your gift…”
Pablo Picasso
All of us, at some point in our lives, realize we have a gift. The form it
takes might come from the most unexpected places or circumstances we
find ourselves in. For others, it is something we know and instinctively
feel early in our lives and development. The signposts are there, but we
have to be open to them when they show themselves. Instinctively some
of us know this - the actor or actress who can completely immerse
themselves in a role, the musician who has perfect pitch, or the writer
whose gift for language gives life to characters or themes in a play that
affects our senses, emotions, and imagination.
Anyone in the pursuit of learning any art or craft, especially the
performing and creative arts, is aware of this. In realizing that ambition,
there are two fundamental aspects in the process. Education, which can
be seen as the first step in the process. It is, in most respects a formal
process, in which we go about learning and educating ourselves in our
chosen field, but it will always be an ongoing process, changing and
expanding over time. Then there is the practical part - getting out there
and actually being a part of it.
For anyone pursuing a career in the theatre – actors, actresses, creative
crafts people, etc, where are the training and testing grounds? Where are
the opportunities to learn the ropes, make the mistakes, and in the long
run, learn their craft?Because of escalating costs, the price to establish workshops and provide
the fertile ground for new talent is moving outside the confines of New
York. It’s happening all over the country, from La Jolla, CA to
Williamstown, MA – regional theatre. Regional theatres, across the
country, are setting new standards and creating new models to encourage
and train the next generation of theatre professionals. It is here, as they
warm up in the wings, working, and taking part in life on the other side
of the curtain where they will learn their craft
Bdir
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone