Channeling Dead Crazy People...

Something awesome happened tonight. This is sorta narcissistic, but I don't care, it was sweet.

So I walk into the green room and Roux, Holly, Mike and Sarah are all hanging out around the table with Laura's showcase script in front of them. Mike's got his guitar, of course, and they're reading through it. I figured I'd join them since I kinda wrote some of it (by that I mean I responded to Roux's questions). It's hysterical at times, insightful at others, and with Mike picking away at his guitar in the background, kinda feels like an episode of Scrubs (which is great because it's my favorite show and extremely relevant this summer). They got to the part where Roux had asked the question "What should Theatre Be???" (yes this does require 3 question marks!)

This question gets philosophical, and never gets an "I mean, it's whatever" out of anyone here, which is great. Roux chose to end this segment with a poem I wrote to sum it all up, and listening to Sarah read it, and remembering writing it, I believed in muses, because I did not write that shit myself! I mean really, I hate writing poetry. I'll throw it in here for you because I'm so proud of it I want to print it off and post it everywhere so I can remember and 'center' myself. :-P

Theatre should be . . .
a Forum;
a center for thought and the exchange of ideas.
Emotional;
a confrontation, a heartache;
Bittersweet, insightful;
abrasive and simultaneously soothing;
a haven and a beacon for the human story
which is stripped and laid bare
for all to see—
not to punish, but to bring us back
and show us
the something we’re all looking for;
the answer to a million questions
and the question to a million answers;
the stiff drink at the end of the day
and the jolt of caffeine to start the next.
Jaw-dropping.
Soulful.
Perfect imperfection, organized chaos.
Our vice and our virtue, heaven and hell
and everything between.
Our fall from grace, our Paradise Lost,
Pandemonium.
Our struggle, our redemption,
and ultimately
our Freedom.


Read it aloud. This could not have been my voice alone.