Last week I began writing to you, instead of to myself. I don't notice much difference. I'm more nervous and I edit more -- but the blog itself doesn't sound different. I hereby declare the experiment at an end.
I think it's a function of audience. My lively direct voice kicks in when I'm emailing you, one-on-one. So many books were written for one reader. The Wind in the Willows. Alice in Wonderland. The Lord of the Rings. Winnie the Pooh. Tibet: Through the Red Door. Madlenka. A Wrinkle In Time.
Maybe I should write my theatre book for one beloved reader. Affect the space first -- make the space as safe as possible for the storyteller, and the truest story will emerge.
A blackberry tastes like a blackberry.
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**I think it's funny that in an experiment where you were trying to talk to Us instead of yourself you found yourself editing more. What you don't realize is that it's the internal un-editing self that we love about this blog; and you. when I said that it felt strange reading it I didn't mean it was a bad thing, just different. The comment was more about how someone could learn years about you on here where you are writing to yourself and I bet most of your friends wouldn't know 80% of what's here. Really you are writing to us one way or the other, it sounded pretty much the same either way so I wonder what it is that makes you more nervous etc. when you purposfully write to us...?? Just some food for thought.
Ah yes, that I agree with -- that people will know me better through my writing than in person. When I'm writing, I usually feel like I'm talking to God, Leonid, or Eugenio. Someone with a greater sense of truth than I have, who loves theatre as much, and who can understand my struggles.
*Anonymous*
**I wonder what it is you love about it so much?
I've read a lot of the posts here and I didn't see anything about what it is you love.
*You describe what it is really well though; I especially like the idea that your theater is "theater of the wind"! God that is such an indulgent idea, so rich and wonderful! I want to go to iceland (or greenland, whichever we decided it is) and stand on a cliff over the ocean and let the wind whip around me, rip through my clothes, lift my hair into the heavens and wash over me and cleanse me in a way nothing else can... I can smell it now, it's the kind of wind where you feel as though you don't even need to breath. It's cool and crisp, cold but I'm warm. & As I alight there on my perch above the sea I will watch your troup of intimate humans perform the most awe inspiring theater I've ever seen in life, things that make me want to be a better person.
*I can picture the whole thing.
*I'm wondering though, what it is about theater specifically; maybe it's that, that whole experience... Maybe not. What if we took all that away though? What if your in a black room with black boxes and a few old chairs and you have your troup in front of you. What would you love about just the theater experience itself?
*I'm wondering about this because you say you are speaking to those people who have a greater sense of truth then yourself and who love theater as much and can understand your struggles. This got me thinking about people who love theater and, my own feelings aside, I want to know why.
*I also wonder what you mean when you say they have a greater sense of truth then yourself... It seems to me that you have a very firm sense of truth and I wonder if you mean experience rather then truth... I wonder if you discount yourself and dis-credit those with less experience because they don't know as many things so maybe you think that means they know less truths. Maybe this isn't it but if it is - I think maybe it's the opposite of that. when you are born I think there are so few things you know and all of them are truths (I need to eat, I need to sleep etc.) then somewhere along the line a whole bunch of other stuff gets in the way and you may or may not be able to weed through the garbage and find the kernals... I think again though when you get older (wise?) you learn not to listen to the garbage and you just toss it out, you are then left with the most basic childlike human truths again. What you do with that is up to you.
*I think you are somewhere between the middle and then end. You are pouring forth truth like a spigot but you don't listen to yourself, you don't believe it. Sometime (if you don't already) you should go back and re-read the posts in this folder. Let it be a treat for yourself like it is for me. I think you'll be surprised.
*xoxo*
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