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drama and a sense of heightened
acute anticipation art as opening credits flamboyantly roll title is irrelevant i expect all the important things are unseen cannot be seen cannot be touched cannot be smelled cannot be tasted cannot be heard i feel this while the characters change shape and morph in my mind the picture emerges like movie title frames emerging playfully from animated clouds of multicolored confetti it is a delightful event regardless of who produces, who directs and all the cast and crew it is her art 
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*** puts down big pointy cone thingo used to yell through, and calls, 'cut!'...***
(even if that had nothing to do with me, I LOVE playing dressups..) 
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Don’t we
actors play along? Don’t we dance to songs on and off the stage? When the ball is thrown we bark and fetch. We catch and in turn are caught. We sneer at strangers near the fence, eagerly lap at praise for our obedience. Faces are painted. Bulbs get hot. Yet tonight another show is shot. We don’t believe in fate. We’re ready but our timing’s off. We wait. We wait. We wait. |
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comes in with a tray of goodies for the waiting actors
they're hungry!  so far all we have is credits!
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Hope fills our wait
Faith guides the script Belief fuels the Soul Spirit leads the pen So as we take our spots in this casting call Remember we are so worthy of the part ((( H ))) your brilliant mind just fills me 
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(((D))) your sweetness and light permeates this site
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Nice Flow, open and close.
 
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Edited by
Abracadabra
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Thu 09/25/08 07:24 PM
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Clickity clack
Rickity rack Don’t mind me I’m the maintenance man I play no part in a scripted form I prop the stage and create a storm the actors sail with the wind I make I blow them away with every take I’m the unseen ghost in a horror flick I’m the shadows cast on a road of brick I’m a flickering flame on a candle wick and for the shaman, I’m a magic trick I play no part in actor’s role yet I give the production my heart and soul without my aid there’d be no troll and the wolves would howl like they’re out of control I keep the props from falling down and create a façade that looks like a town I glue the pearls in the princess’ crown and stock the mote where her enemies drown I’m the unseen herd that thunders the ground I’m the cannons that fire, round after round and when the mast breaks, and the sails flutter down I’m the one who produces the sound I make all the noise without speaking a line I’m the unscripted poet speaking only in mime I’m the trumpets for angles that sound so divine The credits for illusions are totally mine |
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Clickity clack Rickity rack Don’t mind me I’m the maintenance man I play no part in a scripted form I prop the stage and create a storm the actors sail with the wind I make I blow them away with every take I’m the unseen ghost in a horror flick I’m the shadows cast on a road of brick I’m a flickering flame on a candle wick and for the shaman, I’m a magic trick I play no part in actor’s role yet I give the production my heart and soul without my aid there’d be no troll and the wolves would howl like they’re out of control I keep the props from falling down and create a façade that looks like a town I glue the pearls in the princess’ crown and stock the mote where her enemies drown I’m the unseen herd that thunders the ground I’m the cannons that fire, round after round and when the mast breaks, and the sails flutter down I’m the one who produces the sound I make all the noise without speaking a line I’m the unscripted poet speaking only in mime I’m the trumpets for angles that sound so divine The credits for illusions are totally mine "i like that"  
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Edited by
ArtGurl
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Fri 09/26/08 08:40 AM
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artgurl enters from stage left ... feeling sleepy and a little annoyed at the workmen outside blasting heavy metal music loud enough to hear over the saws and hammers at 7 am...
she looks around at the empty house ... anticipating a full crowd today ... some she will know ... others just passing through ... but all important to the unfolding of it all ... s1ow is first to enter ... delivering his lines perfectly ... well of course he does ... it is her story after all... she is both lead actress and director ... and we are on day 14,877 of the epic... The story is full of such richness .... and as all epics go ... is filled with anticipation and turmoil and love and betrayal and hope and adventure and grief and wonder ... such wonder ... Jess and LaMom and others are off directing their own plays and sometimes the characters overlap ... sitcoms, dramas, thrillers all happening at once... it is a festival with many stages ...and with actors popping in and out of other stories ... All of the characters are multidimensional, of course, and bring their own flavour and richness to the roles ... at times comedic ... at others tragic ... Scene 1: Artgurl sits gazing out her livingroom window. Her once amazing view of the entire river valley has been all but obliterated by a new townhouse construction. Another sign that it is time to move on .... |
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(((H)))
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And the script is written, re-written
Edited, re-edited bringing in life Love and the ever transluscent essence of family,,, ohhhhhhh this shall be a magnificant journey upon the silver screen 
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Edited by
Jess642
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Fri 09/26/08 01:51 PM
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artgurl enters from stage left ... feeling sleepy and a little annoyed at the workmen outside blasting heavy metal music loud enough to hear over the saws and hammers at 7 am... she looks around at the empty house ... anticipating a full crowd today ... some she will know ... others just passing through ... but all important to the unfolding of it all ... s1ow is first to enter ... delivering his lines perfectly ... well of course he does ... it is her story after all... she is both lead actress and director ... and we are on day 14,877 of the epic... The story is full of such richness .... and as all epics go ... is filled with anticipation and turmoil and love and betrayal and hope and adventure and grief and wonder ... such wonder ... Jess and LaMom and others are off directing their own plays and sometimes the characters overlap ... sitcoms, dramas, thrillers all happening at once... it is a festival with many stages ...and with actors popping in and out of other stories ... All of the characters are multidimensional, of course, and bring their own flavour and richness to the roles ... at times comedic ... at others tragic ... Scene 1: Artgurl sits gazing out her livingroom window. Her once amazing view of the entire river valley has been all but obliterated by a new townhouse construction. Another sign that it is time to move on .... *****Jess stumbles through the red door in the rear wall of the back drop..***** Creeping up on Artgurl, she drops a pack of Rolos in her lap, tickles the fine hairs on the back of her neck, and whispers... " In less than a heartbeat, this will all be a memory, and the veiw will be much more enriching" Jess then goes to the window and yells out to the miming maintenance guy, " Hey James, if you tinker with that anymore, it will get cantankerous!!!" She then bows to the mighty director, winks, and skips back out the red door. |
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Tinkering and clinkering cantankerously
The play is underway! Jessie Lee and Artsygurl have awoken for the day craw! craw! craw! The sounds of crows emerge ker-klug, ker-klug, ker-klug A riverboat's paddles surge whhooooooommmmmmm! It blows it's steamy foghorn eweeeeeek! As screech owl shrills its scream flap, flap, flap It takes to flight as there's no more night and it must go home to dream |
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the playground scene - it's recess |
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reet reet reet reet
Kids swinging on the swings! pitter patter pitter patter They climb the rungy things whoosh thud! whoosh thud! Down the slide they go! ding ding ding ding! Recess over! Back to acting in the show,... |
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As eyes watch and read they feel my need.
Like puppets on their string, In their ears my words ring. My presents make the stage. No more a subject in a cage. It is this platform I so rage. To fill your thoughts and mind. With this actor so devine. Nice write Slow... |
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nice piece s1ow
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