Posts tagged ‘theatre’

final curtain call ~

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my dream of dancing

in your soul

~ died ~

the moment

you

cued the curtain

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~

January 7, 2015 at 1:14 pm 13 comments

waiting…in the wings

ξ

ξ

anxiously awaiting their cue

they stand single file

tutus poofed, ribbons secured

calling all dancers………PLACES!

ξ

ballet willow corps

a corps de ballet of seven weeping willows

ξ

September 5, 2014 at 2:07 pm 8 comments

a pas de deux

The tears of a rhapsody

glide slowly along the strings of a violin

as

He stands…

a single vision

under a dimly lit spot light

He waits…

for an essence of grace

to float by and awaken his spirit

He feels…

the melody

breathing life into his limbs

He hears…

the whisper of satin pointes wafting

from behind

He sees…

gossamer fingers embrace his hand

as

She leads…

him forth into a world which transcends reality.

 

April 30, 2014 at 3:25 pm 16 comments

The Nutcracker Act II – The Finale

The Finale

soaring crescendos

all the dancers on the stage

Clara bids farewell

poster

This poster was issued in 1979.

December 24, 2013 at 4:25 pm 7 comments

a little cheat sheet

Hello everyone!

It is a Saturday afternoon and I am spending my day hanging out with my boys and Pee.  We slept in, then went to the grocery store.  Peyton and I are cooking this weekend.  We enjoy collaborating in the kitchen and since our new abode has a much larger kitchen, we are a little less – much less cramped.  While Peyton and I cook, Jordan does what Jordan does (we are never quite certain, exactly) and Syd is following one of us around.  When I am not cooking, cleaning and hanging out, I am trying to get caught up on my WP duties.  With that in mind, I wanted to write an addendum to my last post ‘4 + 1 = a tribute’.

Before I go into detail regarding this series of tanka and haiku, I would like to say that the theatre is truly my first love.  I grew up in the thick of the performing arts.  It was the first 22 years of my life and even now – more than twenty years after the fact – my heart still longs for those days when life was full of rehearsals, sweat, music, hairspray, bobby pins …..  I really can go on forever…..

‘4 + 1 = a tribute’ was written as an homage to those who live their lives in the spotlight and behind the curtain.  Many of the metaphors derive from terminology used in the theatre.  After I wrote this, I realized that some of my words and phrases could get lost in translation, so I decided to write a little cheat sheet.  I believe that most of what has been written can be realized, but for those tricky passages, I have included the meaning written under the actual text of the poem.

Here it is –

lights dim to darkness

euphonious ritual

musician’s tuning their instruments

audience settles

conductor stands to silence

sound enraptured, comes alive

nervous energy

painted faces, hair secured

makeup on faces and hair (or wigs, head pieces) secured for performing

many hooks and eyes

the source in which dance costumes (tutus) are kept fastened while on the body

lines extend with points sharpened

dancers stretching and pointe shoes prepared

transformation is complete

boom lurks high above

the lights which hang above and on the side of the stage

wings wide, anticipating

the curtains along the side of the stage, where the dancer stands before making an entrance or run through as exiting the stage

a hovering arch

the proscenium arch – the part of the theatre in front of the stage

strong hands waiting for their cues

the stage hands backstage who move the sets and curtains

rope pulled, red velvet rises

in older theatres, the curtain is raised and lowered by pulling a rope

butterflies play hard

the nervous  ‘butterflies’ in one’s stomach

pulse and rhythm become one

the heart beat reacting – catching up when the music begins

enrobed in bright light

stepping out onto the stage under the lights and in the spotlight

floating with grace and beauty

dancing!

a curtsey completes the view

the bow at the end of the performance

a single light bulb

the ghost light

shines amidst the dark cavern

placed on center stage, whereas the auditorium is dark

until tomorrow

The ghost light is an electric light that is left illuminating on the stage (typically center stage) – after the theatre is emptied and everyone has gone home.  The practical use is for safety.  No one wants to fall into the orchestra pit or walk into a set piece or collide into a heavy curtain or the lighting console.

There is also the superstition (the performing arts has a lot of superstitions) which gives the ghost light its name.  This single light is left on the stage to appease the ghosts – the ghosts of performances past – so they may be provided with light in which to perform on the stage.  No one wants an angry ghost – happy ghosts are necessary for a well run theatre!

Well, I must return to the kitchen and complete my task.  Thank you for reading and until I return –

Happy writing, happy reading and happy day!

May 25, 2013 at 11:47 pm 12 comments

4 + 1 = a tribute

lights dim to darkness

euphonious ritual

audience settles

conductor stands to silence

sound enraptured, comes alive

nervous energy

painted faces, hair secured

many hooks and eyes

lines extend with points sharpened

transformation is complete

boom lurks high above

wings wide, anticipating

a hovering arch

strong hands waiting for their cues

rope pulled, red velvet rises

butterflies play hard

pulse and rhythm become one

enrobed in bright light

floating with grace and beauty

a curtsey completes the view

a single light bulb

shines amidst the dark cavern

until tomorrow

a post script:
there is nothing like being back stage
before,
during
and
after
a
performance.

May 24, 2013 at 1:31 am 12 comments

look at me…….

Today has been a long day.  Lots of memories, packing and sneezing.  Spring is definitely here – my sinuses can certainly attest to that.  I have been going through boxes, weeding out items and then re-packing – all so wonderfully fascinating (not!).  I did, however, find a few gems that I forgot about – most notably more of Jordan’s poetry.  Let me say that they are quite amusing.  One is a rap song.  I am thinking he may have been trying to channel Kanye or Jay-Z.  The other is a re-write of the song ‘Look At Me, I’m Sandra Dee’ from the musical Grease.  The latter is the one I am going to share with you this evening. (No worries, I did ask permission:)

Jordan re-wrote the song with the exception of the second verse, so I would recommend reading what he wrote, watch the youtube video and then try singing the song to the video.  It is actually pretty good!

Look At Me, I’m Sydnee Pee

by Jordan

Look at me, I’m Sydnee Pee,

I have legs, but only three,

Won’t go to bed ’til I’m thoroughly fed,

I can’t, I’m Sydnee Pee!

When I drink,

it’s loud,

water gets in my hair

stand near when I do and you’ll get wet – ech, ech, ech.

I’ll use my paws to go through your drawers

if you get me really mad.

I’ll make you pick up my poo,

we dogs don’t use a loo.

I have eye crust and my walks are a must

I’m just plain Sydnee Pee!

Daddy!  Mommy!  Please save me!

Keep those fireworks far from me!

I’m not a fool, and I drink like a mule!

Hey, I’m Sydnee Pee.

Look At Me I’m Sandra Dee

http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uz5D-D7VYmY

Oh, in case you do not know who Sydnee Pee is-

I miss you

April 24, 2013 at 2:22 am 24 comments

the box office is open


My world is a stage.
My life is a play.
I am only one of many characters,
performing under lights and from the wings.


I am the director, composer,
choreographer, stage hand - 
but mostly, I am the playwright 
whose talents create the spoken words;
the story for all to see.


My plays vary in genre,
there is not one that I prefer,
however, it is the tragic drama
that has been headlining - 
this particular theater's playbill.


Ask anyone who knows me, 
I can create so much more - 
a comedy, a mystery,
a hoofer's musical galore!



But no matter what the script reveals,
the performances are sincere,
with a cast full of talent - 
who will make you laugh or shed a tear.


If the urge for culture should tempt you,
there is an evening performance tonight at 8,
the 'director' refuses to hold the curtain, 
so,
you had better not be late!

1986 - Backstage with wig & make up.  Costume - not yet.

Let me entertain you………..

 

February 13, 2013 at 9:18 pm 12 comments


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