“If we listened to our intellect, we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go into business, because we’d be cynical. Well, that’s nonsense. You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.”—Ray Bradbury (via skotia)
One Man Shakespeare chronicals: 1st On my feet rehearsal today!
First “on my feet” rehearsal today, with my director Jolie Tong, and it wasn’t terrible! It looks like this whole Ralf playing all the characters idea is actually going to work! Man, I’ve been terrified about it. I don’t know what’s made me so eager to do this… I mean maybe that it’s so scary to do Shakespeare, and do ALL the characters, but also that I love so much devising and playing different, varied sorts of characters. It is really fun and exciting to convince people watching me, even long enough to invest in the story, that I am this complete other personality, other soul, and get inside of what makes each of these beautifully crafted characters tick.
Jolie and I had a lot of fun today… I’m stillll suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppper anxious about the fundraiser… more than $4000 left to raise… and even more anxious about learning all my lines before the middle of Nov…. AHHHHH so much work to do… but I love it. More soon… guess I gotta figure out how to start taking pictures of myself eh?
Why is art only made for other MFA's? What about ACTUAL people?!?
I’m really really sick of seeing artists just make art for their friends, and shows, and gallery openings, and exhibitions just filled with other MFA’s. Then these people complain there’s no money and funding in art. Well listen up fuckers. Pop music, hip hop music, Rock & Roll is art. Comic books are art. TV and Film is art. And they make money for the most part. You know why?? Because those art forms for the most part are not this ELITIST enterprise. It’s not this ineffectual, completely cerbral, theoretisized work that’s totally inaccessible to REGULAR PEOPLE. Who are you making this art for anyway? These are the same assholes who move into neighborhoods, talk about community, and then gentrify the FUCK out of it.
I’m not saying don’t move into that neighborhood. I’m saying if you are going to do so, then figure out how to make art that speaks to the people who live in the crack den next door. Are you human enough to make art for the Korean family who owns the dry cleaners who won’t actually speak to you, and speak to what’s important to them, examine why they try so hard to keep to themselves, The 17 year old who has two kids already and is thinking about going to hair school, and loves Nicki Minaj, your building super, who didn’t go to college, is broke, has kids, and he wonders why his dad never told him he loves him, and also why it’s so hard to say to his own kids, and thinks, sure, good art is important, but can’t articulate why.
I’m not saying this goes for everyone. in every medium there need to be extremists, people who push the boundaries of the discipline so far, even the most accomplished in their field find their work barely decipherable. Art needs those voices too, in small, concentrated doses. You’re likely not one of them. And if you are odds are you definitely don’t think of yourself as one. You mostly just have privilege to be an artist and need to just take that calling seriously.
All I’m saying is the REAL genius is in making the kind of art that MFA’s can get as much out of as the high school drop out. Figure that out, and THEN you’re making some art mother fucker. Until then you’re just wasting your time and everyone else’s, trying to impress your friends and not doing anything worth a damn on this earth.
I’ve got to start running. because I don’t have a bike to train on yet, and I have to get my body conditioned. I have no choice.
I’ve got to adopt the Anthony Hopkins method of learning lines. 250 times. ALL my lines. All nearly 60 pages of str8 lines I need to learn. 250 i need to go over them in the next few weeks, until I know them backwards and frwds.
I’ve got to push this fundraiser. I absolutely MUST raise all the money. I must. I have to go…
Launched my Kickstarter fundraiser as of midnight tonight…. now the nerve wracking ascent toward $5000… sweet fancy moses…
and what’s more not only is there so much to prepare… but there turns out to be more than i initially thought!
I’ve decided I have to start running. I don’t have a bike yet, but it will simply not do to not be in training, so I must do what I can. It’s good though, it’ll make me stronger, and get me into the habit of waking up early and going, which is what this trip will be.
Learning a lot about my self. Had a conversation today on the train with dance teacher Matthew Brookoff about learning, and that learning happens best when one is relaxed.. I need to figure out how to carry that into learning lines. Because THAT marathon is also about to begin. It’s incredible how something so immense and daunting can simultaneously feel so unquestionably right, and fated. I have NO IDEA whether or not I can pull this thing off, it seems WAY too big for me, and yet I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m meant to do it.
God, you are crazy. And or maybe my mind is just too small. I praise you either way.
the prisoner asked will the promised land ever be seen, will I ever get sleep, and ever feel clean, the nun pressed her hand to her side of the glass, he his, tears streamed, she said in your dreams, smithereens, she grabbed the golden cross round her neck, he was silent, she said she meant no disrespect, but she’d said what she meant, she’d only speak truth to him, he deserved nothing less, smithereens he punched the glass, shrieked I want peace at last, the guard motioned to intervene, the nun waved him back, she said you’re trapped, the past is already passed, and will always be as this glass, cracked, smithereens, you can’t take back what you did, it’s mine now, like you own what happened you as a kid, what you gave, I received now it’s on me to forgive, and it’s not easy, but if you’re in I’m in, smithereens