Konstantine Stanislavski Love art in yourself and not yourself in art.
Harold Clurman The stage is life, music, beautiful girls, legs, breasts, not talk or intellectualism or dried-up academics.
by Joel Elkins~
Zero and infinity: polar opposites, yet two sides of the same coin. The symbol for zero, a circle, is nonetheless endless, like infinity. The symbol for infinity is merely a zero with a twist. Most everything in nature strikes a balance between these two extremes, treading the not-so-fine line between them. Yet every [...]
by Addison DeWitt~
Stop Dicking Around
or
An End to Theatrical Pussy-footing.
Like an ever-darkening, irregularly shaped mole on my skin, the genericism of the American Theatre has been concerning me for some time now. This watering down of its writing so as to appeal to the American bourgeoisie, this downsizing of productions due to economics, this flagrant marketing [...]
by Joel Elkins~
Johnny comes home from his first day at school, and his mother asks him how it went.
“It was a little confusing,” he responds.
Quizzical, his mother asks, “Couldn’t you follow what the teacher was saying?”
“Sure,” he answers.
“Was the math too hard?” she asks.
“Naw, that was easy.”
“How about the reading and writing?”
“Piece of cake,” he [...]
by Geoff Hoff~
During World War II the amount of captured German soldiers began to put a strain on the Allied resources in Europe and Prisoner of War camps were established, often at existing military bases, throughout the United States. Jon Tuttle’s play Holy Ghost, now playing at Theatre of NOTE, takes place in one such [...]
