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In real life

In Artists, Circus, Film, Hautvoir, Local projects, Music, proto drafts, Sanford Meisner, Theater on February 22, 2016 at 8:46 am

Why the boy saw fit to discard the battery on his phone, we may never find out. Not all phones use the same kind of battery, apparently. Finding another that fit took a while. Mission accomplished by the remarkable people giving him shelter. For the first time since leaving home, he spoke with his sister on Saturday night. Who will convey the news to his mother that her son’s body hasn’t fed the fishes in the sea. From what I gather, direct contact between mother and son may need to wait – or may never happen again.

Today’s never-dreamed-of experience for him: a local musician heard him speak at a community event yesterday. Asked him to record words in his native tongue for his work in progress (a different musician and a different WIP from my next door neighbor’s).

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Perhaps the understanding between the landlady and the ironmongers went through further negotiation. Perhaps this explains why all the metallic content is gone from the pile of rubbish on my street, but not the cushions, mattresses and other such refuse still occupying the same space as it did yesterday. On my way home from the film “Chocolat” last night, the garbage in the space where once a castle stood gleamed in a greenish, murky light. Even the moon cast a murky glow. Atmospheric? Even the black cats roamed – all others safely curled up on someone’s lap, no doubt.

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“Chocolat” being a twenty-first century film director’s take on the life and times of Footit et Chocolat, a circus duo that rose to fame and fortune in the first years of the twentieth century. Footit was pale-skinned, and Chocolat – you guessed it – was of the darkest ebony. They did acrobatics, and fast-paced reversals involving lots of slapping and kicking of Chocolat by Footit. The crowds roared with delight. Then World War One began and the crowds grew sentimental. Exit Footit et Chocolat.

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Voilà for yesterday, outside my own fictional writing which most resembles a balancing act – sometimes from one character or scene to the next, at other times from word to word to word.

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Sanford Meisner, and other books on acting and clowning? Close by.

 

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