Two years from now I can hear people saying: Your play is extraordinary. And my answer: It took me ten years to perfect my craftsmanship. I am wrestling with giants here. Every morning I wake up in a sweat, ready for the struggle. The impact is great, but I am never defeated. It is the rehearsals I miss, to attend them and see the progress the actors make. My being there is an absolute necessity. My eye and ear criticize every move and every intonation. I listen to the “commas” of the play as if they were drops falling from a fountain. Dis moi comment vont tout tes affaires. I am alone.
~ James Salter, Light Years
Notes:
- Photograph: Rob Woodcox with “When Colors Run”
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lovely. our path is never as easy as it may appear to others.
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Well put Beth. We are wrestle with something…
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Like the duck gliding effortlessly on the water, his little legs going ‘ten to the dozen’ hidden beneath! Are we all like this?
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We ARE!
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The solitude of creativity.
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I think he would be hard to please.
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Smiling…
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Passion for our gift is the fuel of success.
-Alan
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Amazing…
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