|my high school girlfriend, Valerie McBeth|
Shakespeare's immortal language.
It is, now, that language that enthralls me. I miss the stage always, and wish I had tried to stay with it and improve my acting abilities (I loved, most of all, the rehearsals, being part of a company, a family of players; I have never found anything to replace that special sense of community, except in punk rock). I loved trying to get to "know" the audience, to learn from the, to listen to their responses, with which they help tutor the actor in ways remarkable ways.
Acting is a very social existence. Writing is entirely private. I need to be completely alone, with no interruptions, in order to write. It was becoming a writer that led me to the magical discovery of Shakespeare as a writer of genius. And it is that language that evokes my Muse during those times when writing fiction seems impossible. I love audio Shakespeare, listening to the plays; but listening to the plays presents them primarily as dramas, and to read the plays in the silence of your room is to discover other elements of textual power and beauty. I think my favourite study of Lovecraft's language is Frank Kermode's book of 2000, Shakespeare's Language.
Literature rules my life, and is my salvation, my sanity, my soul. When I visit Facebook (less and less, it's so boring), I am always mystified that others who are writers or editors almost never post things relating to writing--it's always boring political crap or social commentary. Why do they never discuss the one thing that matters--Literature? Mystifying, and as a result I almoft never read their posts or visit their timelines.
I sometimes "return" to the stage in my dreams. I am thankful for my memories of acting.
|with Brian Arthur Paloy in MRS. McTHING (1969)|
|a college production in which I portrayed a tortured corpse, 1971|
|Knight of the Burning Pestle, 1971|