"Oh that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew"
Rule one of the actor 's method, as according to Strasberg, Lee (1901 - 1982): the actor must use their personal emotions and memories to connect intimately to the character. I suppose that means, in a simpler sense, that I must 'become ' the character. It 's difficult to take literally though, as I 've never been a prince, especially not of Denmark. So here I sit, a soliloquy before me, pretending I want to kill myself. Half pretending, at least.
I do empathise with him a lot though. He seems alone in the world. His whole family out to get him. Reminds me of myself a lot, ever since 'the incident '. I feel that this is why I am drawn to acting; to become a character is a sense of escapism , I suppose. You can stop being yourself and …show more content…
Although now, my real life, the small talk at the family barbecue, that feels like the predestined 'lines '. Hamlet is more real to me.
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"—To die,—to sleep,— no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heartache..."
I find plays to be beautiful. You rehearse, you create a piece of art, perform it, then it’s gone, blown away in the wind, living only in memory. You cannot find my art in a gallery or on a disc. It’s transient. Preferable to real life. Reality is messy, confusing, disorientating. The theatre has endings and finality. You speak the last word, the curtain goes down and it’s over, a reality finished in satisfaction.
Our ‘real’ lives just move on and on and on. It’s never over.
Sometimes I’m sick of it.
The vibrations of the phone in my pocket break my trance. I pull it out, seeing '(4) MISSED CALLS ' from various family splashed gregariously across its bright display. A message, too; 'Hi Daniel, this is Susie again from the funeral parlour, just trying to get in touch abo- '
I turn it off in disgust. Must be the wrong number. I feel cold again. A Danish chill,
Rule one of the actor 's method, as according to Strasberg, Lee (1901 - 1982): the actor must use their personal emotions and memories to connect intimately to the character. I suppose that means, in a simpler sense, that I must 'become ' the character. It 's difficult to take literally though, as I 've never been a prince, especially not of Denmark. So here I sit, a soliloquy before me, pretending I want to kill myself. Half pretending, at least.
I do empathise with him a lot though. He seems alone in the world. His whole family out to get him. Reminds me of myself a lot, ever since 'the incident '. I feel that this is why I am drawn to acting; to become a character is a sense of escapism , I suppose. You can stop being yourself and …show more content…
Although now, my real life, the small talk at the family barbecue, that feels like the predestined 'lines '. Hamlet is more real to me.
* * *
"—To die,—to sleep,— no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heartache..."
I find plays to be beautiful. You rehearse, you create a piece of art, perform it, then it’s gone, blown away in the wind, living only in memory. You cannot find my art in a gallery or on a disc. It’s transient. Preferable to real life. Reality is messy, confusing, disorientating. The theatre has endings and finality. You speak the last word, the curtain goes down and it’s over, a reality finished in satisfaction.
Our ‘real’ lives just move on and on and on. It’s never over.
Sometimes I’m sick of it.
The vibrations of the phone in my pocket break my trance. I pull it out, seeing '(4) MISSED CALLS ' from various family splashed gregariously across its bright display. A message, too; 'Hi Daniel, this is Susie again from the funeral parlour, just trying to get in touch abo- '
I turn it off in disgust. Must be the wrong number. I feel cold again. A Danish chill,