Mirror, Mirror First Reading

Woo! We had our first reading.

Unfortunately for me, it didn't do it for me. But i think that was 'coz of the lack of colour, music, focused energy, etc. That this play will rely on.

As I expected, the two most interesting characters for me were the Ringmaster and the Voice (as, no doubt, they are for many others). In particular, i'm interested to see how we'll portray The Voice, like what it's voice will be, how it'll act, it's voice, accent, style of movement... Woo.

And we gonna have this as, like, with the audience on all sides (hooray for Drama Terminology), or a conventional stage?

Finally:

Having had Mr Coleman (Quite possibly the best english teacher in the country, without exxageration) and Mr Barnes (another Gun teacher), I have developed a (slight) interest in poetry, and this play reminds me of this poem. It's Mirror (Like OMG!!!) by Sylvia Plath, and although it deals with a different issue, it's a good way to turn a medium sized blog into a big blog.

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.

Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.

Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike

I am not cruel, only truthful –

The eye of a little god, four-cornered.

Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.

It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long

I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.

Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.

Searching my reaches for what she really is.

Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.

I see her back, and reflect it faithfully

She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.

I am important to her. She comes and goes.

Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.

In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman

Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

PS Shaka Has been replaced. Jules is the new Shaka