23 MAR 2006

Today, we started right away in our workspaces. We designed how we wanted to present our work. I think I’m going to get everyone to stand in random directions in a spot where they usually don’t stand. I wanted people scattered all over the room. This might be appropriate for the randomness and newness of the poem.

Speaking of the poem, I forgot to mention something amazing that happened with the text I chose. I actually e-mailed Wayne Mercier, the poet about his poem, New Beat Attitude, and he told me this about it:

"Growing up I listened to a lot of hardcore punk rock music like Sick Of It All and Youth of Today and Gorilla Biscuits - that influenced me very strongly and this poem is in many ways a direct expression of that kind of hyperkinetic driving rage against stupidity and injustice and gilded ugliness... All those kinds of things really - the glorious shining incoherent feelings that drive you on and won't let you rest until something changes for the better... soaring necessary grace.

Oh, and the screamy bit is my favourite part, because standing in front of a group of people and just really yelling incoherently is a tremendously satisfying thing to do." -Overload

Well, one day, I was having a rough time. I was feeling really crappy and there wasn’t much that seemed to be going right. I walked home after school, and when I was on a train bridge, no one else was on it. It was completely empty, except for the pigeons that were lounging below. I stopped in the middle, yelled out my text about seven times, and something just clicked. I felt so well…I found that soaring necessary grace that helped turn my day into a good one. I felt a connection with the text, my voice, my body.

On March 23, 2006, today, we talked about our work:
Physical work:
Power, support, other positions.

Vocal work:
Vibration, song, different voices.

Imagination

Text

=WORK

We signed an unknown contract. A contract to an unknown. That’s what the actor does.
That is the actor.