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Click hereI can take any empty space and call it a bare stage.
—Peter Brook
Acoustics so fine
that Hamlet hears each yawn and sigh
emerging from the audience
as he recites
those too-familiar lines of moody character.
One hears the sneers drop,
not the pins. The pressure of those eyes
deflate the lungs of air
and character
as if Shaw's drawing room sat in Nepal,
high on a narrow ledge
in air too thin for breath,
or that Hedda Gabler shot herself
in some mall window, as display.
But here, in this quiet, with just the scrape
of my shoes over the stage,
I stare up at that masked, single spot
clamped to some rod in Heaven.
And when I see where it shines,
I know why actors stand here:
Because it shines on me.
Survivor Poetry Contest
Trigger 40, Poet's Choice (Free Verse)
. . . much more than your Cento, which I found pretty disjointed. This one is fairly focused and cohesive, and written with a light hand that is easy to enjoy.
....an actor to be able to feel this and convey that feeling so well.<P>
<I>I stare up at that masked, single spot<BR>
clamped to some rod in Heaven.<P>
And when I see where it shines,<BR>
I know why actors stand here:<BR>
Because it shines on me.<BR></I><P>
Lovely.<P>
Tess