He wanted the garden. What was that group that sang - Got to get back to the garden?
Nothing grows so well around here any more.
It always makes me blench when I see it on stage. But I do not think it is the playwright. It is a lack of confidence in the actor.
I have tried to write planting, growing, harvesting scenes.
The kind of people who are actors these days do not get the garden.
I am reminded of Chekhov here.
The tree demon. The cherry orchard.
Are playwrights greenie activists? Ha ha?
cheers and ciao - jen
Alison Croggon <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
On 12/2/05 9:11 AM, "Kenneth Wolman" wrote:
>
> "Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I
> lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of
> them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul;
> leave me my name!"
>
> How many names have gone on documents that are confessions of convenience?
> How many souls were pissed away in ink. Those words damn well echo.
He was good at making words that echo. One that sticks with me is Linda
saying of Willy Loman, "Attention, attention must finally be paid to such a
person."
Stephen, isn't the ability to ignore what a work actually _is_ part of the
process of turning living art into a monument? Hard to know what to do
about such appropriation, though the struggle of/with tradition is surely
partly about removing all the barnacles and pigeonshit that education and
status stick all over it...
Best
A
Alison Croggon
Blog: http://theatrenotes.blogspot.com
Editor, Masthead: http://masthead.net.au
Home page: http://alisoncroggon.com
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