SITI Day 9
SITI Day 9
Viewpoints with Stephen
Suzuki with Kelly
Text with Stephen
Anthem for Doomed Youth
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
Now mockeries now for them, no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of the girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk the drawing down of blinds
Wilford Owen 1917
If it's to hard, get out of the theatre. If it were easy it would be your mom.
Movement with Barney
Shape + Time = Movement
Leon told me a story about a time he was acting in one of Suzuki's shows. Every summer in Toga, Japan ( where Suzuki has his theatre, Outdoors mind you) these gigantic flies descend on the mountain. They are similar to horseflies, but are bigger and like to bite humans. Normally they descend at dusk and the company, after a long day of training, had to make the decision of walking through them and getting bitten or running on tired legs to avoid the bites. In a performance one time a fly was circling Leon's head. Now he could not shoe it away, because that was not part of the show. So the choice was get yelled at by Suzuki or get bit. Leon chose to get bit. The fly landed on his forehead right between his eyes and chomped down. The pain was excruciating but leon held on thinking it would go away. But since it wasn't being shoed away, it just kept tapping the vein. After 15 bites, the fly heavily flew away. Leon was hoping that the audience hadn't notice him flinch or that the blood running down his face wasn't distracting. Finally the time to exit the stage came. He got offstage and asked did he distract to much from the show. No one knew what he was talking about. No one saw the fly, all the blood coalesced in Leon's Big Bushy Eyebrows and didn't run down his face. Leon was alone with his pain the entire time. But, Suzuki wouldn't have yelled at him for swatting his head or falling over only. He would yell at him for swatting his head or falling over dramaturgically. If he had to swat his head, if he could have justified it in the story he could have swatted his head. Otherwise he would break the story. Justify your decision, not after it is made, but before or in the making of it. Serve the story
Take care of each other, here's to a better future
Viewpoints with Stephen
Suzuki with Kelly
Text with Stephen
Anthem for Doomed Youth
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
Now mockeries now for them, no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of the girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk the drawing down of blinds
Wilford Owen 1917
If it's to hard, get out of the theatre. If it were easy it would be your mom.
Movement with Barney
Shape + Time = Movement
Leon told me a story about a time he was acting in one of Suzuki's shows. Every summer in Toga, Japan ( where Suzuki has his theatre, Outdoors mind you) these gigantic flies descend on the mountain. They are similar to horseflies, but are bigger and like to bite humans. Normally they descend at dusk and the company, after a long day of training, had to make the decision of walking through them and getting bitten or running on tired legs to avoid the bites. In a performance one time a fly was circling Leon's head. Now he could not shoe it away, because that was not part of the show. So the choice was get yelled at by Suzuki or get bit. Leon chose to get bit. The fly landed on his forehead right between his eyes and chomped down. The pain was excruciating but leon held on thinking it would go away. But since it wasn't being shoed away, it just kept tapping the vein. After 15 bites, the fly heavily flew away. Leon was hoping that the audience hadn't notice him flinch or that the blood running down his face wasn't distracting. Finally the time to exit the stage came. He got offstage and asked did he distract to much from the show. No one knew what he was talking about. No one saw the fly, all the blood coalesced in Leon's Big Bushy Eyebrows and didn't run down his face. Leon was alone with his pain the entire time. But, Suzuki wouldn't have yelled at him for swatting his head or falling over only. He would yell at him for swatting his head or falling over dramaturgically. If he had to swat his head, if he could have justified it in the story he could have swatted his head. Otherwise he would break the story. Justify your decision, not after it is made, but before or in the making of it. Serve the story
Take care of each other, here's to a better future
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