Tuesday, December 6, 2011

12/6/11

We read the dialogue, hunting for nature in these well-considered words.  We start again, trying and failing or worse: gaining ground an inch - a word - at a time.  It doesn't help that I'm rusty and unsure, not only of myself but of everything. 

This is how you build spontaneity in the theater: by beating the horse til it lives. 

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