Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Lost and Never Found

Have you ever wondered
Where the lost-and-never found items go?
I am nearly convinced they somehow find their way together,
Magically, and live in a lost commune:
The socks that will never see their match again
Thousands of keys, lockless
Pieces of childhood memories, too early to be remembered,
Too simple not to be forgotten—
Unimportant, replaced.

All the pens that disappeared from your bag
Important documents that weaseled their way out when you weren’t looking
Schedules, and credit cards, old photographs, one winter glove
(because you can’t lose both, that would be too practical),
earrings,
various pieces of small plastic items, and Tupperware tops (honestly, where do those go!?) those fantastic sunglasses from last summer
that favorite old sweater
lunch money, and t-shirt money, dues,
date money, birthday money, wallets, spending money, and giftcards
(maybe money should get it’s own “where have you gone” poem)
paperclips and staples
thumbtacks and highlighters
old emails you though you saved
and that paper you most certainly wrote but cannot figure out where you stored it

hundreds of dice from countless board games
monopoly pieces
and cards, but never enough to make a whole deck

all that useless material you crammed for all those tests
half-remembered faces, and half-hearted stories of history,
old cassette tapes
and coins you once collected

And I wonder if this “lost and never found” commune is bustling with activity,
covered in “Found” posters—the opposite of here, the opposite of us.
Found: another sock, looking for its mate,
or maybe:
Wanted: a lock for a lonely diary key. Call 519-7780.

I imagine the rare occasion when a match is found!
The commune will probably throw a party
And I bet if you’re in the laundry room and listen hard enough,
Or somehow manage to squeeze between the seat and the console in your car
You can hear the distant cheering
Each lost item celebrating a match
Breathing in the hope that tomorrow will be their own lucky day
And one of us will lose the exact thing they need.

untitled, or, The Unknown

We dash our wit upon the streets
Your charm, and your face
woo me
as we waltz into the lazy hours of the night

Sunday, March 21, 2010

The Game (A Tribute to Frost's Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening)

The game we play I think I know
I play it, though I loath it so.
This guessing game is no fun here;
Who's winning now? I do not know.

All my friends must think it queer
that i dislike and do not cheer--
but hopes are dashed and hearts do break;
the darkest game attacks each year.

They give their silly heads a shake
to ask if there it some mistake.
They play with pride and look to reap
their harvest: another heart to take.

The game seems lovely, dark, and deep
but your heart's one I long to keep
so many questions I cannot sleep,
so many wishes I cannot sleep.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Life's most persistent and urgent question is: 'What are you doing for others?' MLK Jr.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Joy!

I want to serve others. I believe that there is a difference between happiness and joy. Happiness is fleeting, and can be given and taken, but joy is something that is not altered. It exists deep within the human, under layers of sadness and hopelessness. It is what gets people up in the morning. It cannot be changed by experience or heartache, suppression or pain.

The joy that God has blessed me with inspires me to make the most out of every day. I want to help people discover their own joy that is hidden deep within them. Psalm 30:11 says, “You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.” I want to help turn people’s wailing into dancing and to clothe (and shoe) them with joy.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Stanislavski, An Actor Prepares

“On the stage we live on emotional memories of realities.” (pg 307)

I admit, before I started reading Stanislavski’s book, An Actor Prepares, I felt apprehensive. I heard from numerous sources that it would be difficult to wade through all the excess wording and examples to get to the heart of the matter. While I did have to do some sifting, I didn’t mind, because I would up with multiple jewels of knowledge, both true to the stage and to life.

Finding Stanislavski’s thesis proved difficult, for he never says it outright until very close to the ending. I like this, though, because I felt as though I was learning as the fictitious characters in the book learned. Stanislavski’s thesis appears to be that: “An artist must have full use of his own spiritual, human material because that is the only stuff from which he can fashion a living soul for his part.” (pg 328) To arrive at such a place, we must grasp and encompass three important features in our creative process: 1. inner grasp, 2. through line of action, and 3. the super objective. This, in turn, will result in the region of the subconscious (pg 303).

Logically, these make sense, even if we cannot conceptually grasp them completely. Basically, as actors, we must come to an understanding of the character. We must think his/her thoughts as if they are our own thoughts, and mix our own self into their world. Our actions must lead towards the super-objective. We must find the super-objective of the play and make all our smaller objectives fit under that main objective. The actions follow logically if the true super-objective can be understood. But above all, we must play the truth. We must believe in the characters, the setting, the actions, and the super-objective, for if we do not, or if we try to force an action or feeling, the whole thing becomes false. Truth on the stage is whatever we can believe in with sincerity, whether in ourselves or in our colleagues. (pg 142) Stanislavski said it best at the beginning of the book when the Director told one of his students, “You did not act anything, and that was the best part.” (pg 38) You cannot act, you are.

However, it must be noted that you cannot completely give yourself over to a part and lose yourself in it. “Never lose yourself on the stage. Always act in your own person, as an artist. You can never get away from yourself. The moment you lose yourself on the stage marks the departure from truly living your part and the beginning of exaggerated false acting.” (pg 192)

This seems to be a contradiction, yet it is not. The material and the character mix with our own life and inner self. This is the best kind of acting. “Always and forever, when you are on the stage, you must play yourself. But it will be in an infinite variety of combination of objectives, and given circumstances which you have prepared for your part, and which have been smelted in the furnace of your emotion memory.” (pg 192) I love this idea of combining yourself and your character. It is something that strikes a chord in the depth of my soul, for I know it to be true. To truly act a part, to actually become a character, you must first find bits of yourself in the character; and then within yourself, you find bits of the character. How poetic! There is a piece of every character I have ever played within me, and all of the characters I have ever played contain a piece of myself in them. “That closeness to your part we call perception of yourself in the part and of the part in you.” (pg 329) Without being able to find a bit of yourself in a character, however small it may be, you cannot play that character justice. I believe that there is always something in someone that will speak to you. It’s why humans connect with each other. There is something universal, or appealing, or similar within someone else that is also within us.

I found lots of other jewels of truth in Stanislavski’s book. I am including some of them in this paper so that I never forget them. “Every person who is really an artist desires to create inside of himself another, deeper, more interesting life than the one that actually surrounds him.” (pg 47) Ah, how true. Although, as I say practically every day, the life of Erin Almand is anything but ordinary. How lucky I am that I can say this! My life is full of spirited adventure, hilarious moments, poetry, passion, inspirations, desires to save the world, and lots of laughter. This is helpful; it is a necessity for my artistic spirit. “A real actor must lead a full, beautiful, varied, exacting, and inspiring life.” (pg 207) Anything else would leave me unfulfilled.

Other things I found important include this idea: “An actor lives, weeps, and laughs on the stage, and all the whole he is watching his own tears and smiles. It is this double function, this balance between life and acting that makes art.” (pg 288) Gary once told us in Acting 1 class that we should always, at every moment, be watching ourselves. Even in moments of tragedy, falling in love, wild abandonment, happiness, sadness, heartbreak, anger, and everything in between to catalogue our emotions, thoughts, and physicality. The actor within us steps back and says, “Oh, this is what it means to feel _____.”

I also found poetry in An Actor Prepares. He writes, “Nothing in life is more beautiful than nature.” (pg 100) I agree with every fiber of my being. If I need inspiration, or a moment to reflect on beauty, or to find my place in the world again, I simply have to slow down and look at the nature around me. How great is our God, who blessed me with acting talents and a desire to save the world, with compassion and a joy that surpasses understanding. I look at His creation, the landscape and the air and the sea and the animals and plants and humans that inhabit it, and I am in utter awe. Everything points to a loving, living, fantastic creator who made us for a purpose. How stunning, and breath taking, and I feel great and small all at once.

My two ultimate favorite quotes from the book are: “Let me have your feelings without any words, just through your eyes…But I cannot put all the shading of my feelings into the expression of my eyes.” (pg 232) and “On the stage we live on emotional memories of realities.” (pg 307) This, this is the stuff of poets.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Love

Love is strange,

How it creeps in, unexpected

Drops into the open armchair of your heart

Like an old friend

How you hardly notice

Until you’re deep into the cookie jar

And have drained the coffee pot,

Talking into the wee hours of the morn.

By then, it’s too late to bid Love farewell

So you invite him to use your guest room

For as long as he likes

You get almost used to seeing him at breakfast

Both in your jammies,

Slippers on your feet.

Occasionally, you realize the situation

And marvel at the chain of events

That brought Love here.

But most days, it seems normal:

Having Love walk the corridors,

Baking bread, making soup.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Green


The color green
is spring time,
warmth, cool grass on my bare toes.
the smell of sunshine,
reminds me of a crisp cool spring morning
my favorite green:
summer in the mountains with the sunshine streaming through the thicket
kissing my shoulder blade

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Faceless International

I recently read an article on wrecked.org (an awesome website--check it out. http://socialjustice.wrecked.org/?filename=faceless-international-spread-the-cause-and-win ) about an organization called Faceless International. They seek to raise awareness about social issues happening throughout the global community through first hand experience and education.

The purpose behind Faceless is simple. They "want to put a face on the many people in our own country and around the world who have gone faceless, or unknown, for so long. Everyday in our own country, people pass by many who are struggling. Each day around the world, people ignore the plight of millions who have no food, no clean water, no education or even no freedom." These are all important issues that society as a whole tends to ignore or overlook. It's so painful, people can't even look at it. It's time to open our eyes and do something about it.

Check out these websites:

http://www.facelessinternational.com/content/action.php

http://www.madebysurvivors.com/ (especially since Christmas is coming up. What could be better than to give a gift that also helps people break from human trafficking and other hopeless situations!)

Faceless International offers trips around the world (and in the US) to help educate people about the horrible truths of social injustice. Many of the trips focus on human trafficking, which is a real threat all of the world, including the USA.

Here are some terrible, but very true, facts about human trafficking:

*There are 27 million people enslaved around the world today.

*1.2 million children are estimated to be trafficked each year with an estimated 50,000 trafficked into the United States.

*One person is trafficked every minute around the world.

*The average cost of a slave is $90

Step up. Be the change. Do something about it.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

I Write Poetry

Because the words swirl inside me
waiting to be let out
they are eager, overly so
often they bang around, demanding,
gasping for a breath of their own
othertimes, I have to drag them out
search for the right word
they hide from me
I know what i wish to say
but we are in an endless game of hide-and-seek
"come find us" they giggle
and I get lost inside the corridors of my soul
wind up spending hours inside my memories and dream
I forget why I entered
and the words grow weary of our game
there are thousands of unwritten poems
sitting, lonesome, in old dusty rooms
like a once beloved but forgotten book
hoping to be re-discovered