So day two of performance prep and all is coming on just fine, well in a roundabout sense.
This place has been accessed before, we (the performers) all now have the keys to this world , so surely the flow of words should come with a little more ease and on the large part this seems to be the case but just several minutes in to our command stimulus and i find it hard, no matter how much i urge the pen to communicate my innermost onto the paper it just doesn't happen and this continues for the first half of runthroughs until we break and make a beeline for a lengthy two hour break to the nearest drinking hole at which point i stop and project my thoughts onto paper ( ironic i know) but this is what i wrote:
"So i look to writing normally as a bane more often than not forced upon me through academic routes , but this time its different this time the writing is for definition of purpose and effectively to make a stamp in history . The marks that are left shall be there forever unlike your average conventional theatrical piece.
This should be easy to come by, but it comes hard , writing yesterday didnt seem forced but maybe i can break the barrier push though, make this automatic.
I hear horror and peace , i see the darkest parts of whats inside.Place yourself in a cube , close the door . There is no light here. Only what you resonate is visible."
I think the point to be made here is that i am never normally asked to articulate my thoughts onto paper and when its fed as part of a performance i take it very seriously and want every essence of truth to flow through that pen .But like most i cant force inspiration. Im just hoping it comes easier tomorrow.
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