Sunday, July 11, 2010

Counter Culture Blues

The road stretches out right and left
She stands on the side
Looking at the thunderheads above
Trying to capture them, and failing
The sky is that midsummer, dusty color that only happens right before a storm
Only an Oklahoma sky can look like that.
She’s fascinated by a sign
That heralds the attractions of the place she is
But no one is there now.
Just the wind
Rustling through the trees and the grass
Moving through the field across the road
Like whispers coursing through the blades
Cars pass
The children at the house nearby play
But the whole place has such a desolate air
Of counter culture blues
The light wind rolls the dust.



Poem and picture by me.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

And The Moonbeams Kiss the Sea

So for the past two weeks, I have been reading virtually everything aloud. (When I'm at home, I don't just randomly read aloud in public!) Books, magazine articles, poems, cereal boxes, what have you. This is because I am currently studying and training in the Lessac system of voice and body work. Basically that's a nice, posh way of saying every week I go learn how to talk. Woohooo!!! But I thought I'd share with you one of my favorite poems that I've been reading alot, just because I like it and also I get to "paint lovely pictures" while saying it.

Hope you enjoy!

Love's Philosphy by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle -
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea -
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Finland

I have this affection for Finland. I mean, on most people's list of "I want to go there" Finland is not generally near the top, or even on it, at least, the people I have had this conversation with. I guess it started when I discovered the band HIM. 5 Finnish born, amazingly talented men who pour just the right amount of doom, gloom, guitars and keyboards, along with sinfully luscious vocals by Ville Valo and I was hooked. (They, after more years than I will soon be wanting to admit, reign as my favorite band) Upon discovering HIM though, and reading a bit about them and I thought "Finland, Hmm, there's a place you don't hear about everyday" so I went and got the European travel book out of the bookcase and flipped over to the Finland section. It was beautiful. Not in the fairytale way of Kent in England, or the pastoral way of the French countryside, but in a wonderful way none the less, a way that I can't even fully describe. Maybe that's just because I'm tired, and seem to have already exhausted my list of adjectives. What ever reason, I became more entranced by Finland, and the Finnish people. So what did I do? I bought a book. And read about Finnish people. After listening to a couple of Ville Valo's interviews in Finnish, and hearing how beautiful the language is, I started listening to other stuff in Finnish, because I liked how it sounded. I even bought another book (really, you should see my apartment, the books outnumber all other possessions including clothes. I could have an army of books) on Finnish language and started reading it. I didn't get very far in my study though, because, well, I got busy. But I know a few words, and it is still on my list of things do. And the How to speak Finnish book often gets very interesting looks when people come over for the first time and are nonchalantly trying to see what on earth all of those books are about. So I haven't been there, yet, but I plan to go. For now, I leave you with a few pictures from Finland and one very interesting link. If you click it you will be taken to a web cam from the Yllas ski resort in Finland. They have archives on the side, so you can see what it looked like there going back for months. Okay, after typing that, I see that it sounds rather boring, but, I enjoy looking at it every once in a while and maybe you will too.




These four photos are from Heikki Alanen's site.




Lake Finland or Lake Saimaa





Espoo, Finland






Pier in Helsinki, Finland







Vammala, Finland








I have no clue where this is, I just know it's somewhere in Finland, and I like it!





Then, two more pictures, both of the Church of Kankaanpaa.


And the webcam link: http://www.panoraama.com/live/yllas/index.html

Hope you enjoyed!! Please follow my blog and feel free to leave comments!

Elena

Thursday, July 1, 2010

A Book That Only 37 People Will Ever Read

Recently, while watching an episode of one of my favorite detective shows, Inspector Lewis, I heard the following quote: "I'm a scholar... I'd be perfectly happy to write books that only 37 people will ever read." This got me thinking. In a similar way, this is how I feel about acting. I'm one of those people who would be perfectly happy to do the full four hour version of Hamlet with all of the "irrelevant in today's world" (how I once heard a director describe about 2 hours of this play) bits. Why? Because I'm one of those people. You know, the strange ones who read books on the life of Shakespeare and Moliere for fun, not just when forced into it by a school assignment, or can actually recite bits of Shelley (Also the focus of an Inspector Lewis) because I genuinely like Shelley. Oh and The Canterbury Tales? Standard light reading for me. After I became involved in theatre when I was fourteen, my mother thought it was so strange that I genuinely seemed to like this stuff, but being supportive as always, one of my Christmas presents that year was a lovely leather bound edition of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, which has proved a valuable thing to have over my past three years as a theatre student, plus, having lovely drawings and of course, all of the Bard's work.

But this post is not to extol one particular writer's work, or talk about leather bound books, but to examine what being an actor means to different people. In my experience (not wonderfully extensive, but definitely not limited, either) there are two types of actors: the ones who want to go somewhere, be famous, be rich, and have people know who they are, and then there are the ones who want to do the work because they simply can't stand the thought of breathing without it, who want to do the "dead" plays because they think they're fun, who like the camaraderie and fellowship of being in a company and who want to enrich people's lives and make them see things in a new way and understand things about life and art, that they previously hadn't understood before, no matter how much they aren't being paid. Now, this is not to say that the latter category can't be rich and famous, or that the former category doesn't care about art and the like, or that either one is right or wrong. And of course, there are many more facets to each type. To think that would imply that people are simple, and if theatre has taught me one thing, it is that people are never simple.

So I guess the real reason for today's ramble is considering the reasons why we do what we do in life. The majority of my life is spent working in some form or fashion on theatre based things. But why do you spend your life working on what you do? Some people I know work on things because they feel called by God to do so. Some people, because they just enjoy it. Some because they don't have a calling or love to work on so, they just go through the motions of life without any real purpose. Whatever your reasons for the things you do, whatever you do, whoever you are, make sure you love it enough that you would be willing to do the equivalent of "writing a book only 37 people in the world would read" because without passion in your life, for you life and pursuits there is only simple existence. And that in my opinion is the saddest kind of life there is.

As Stella Adler said "In life, as on the stage, it's not who I am but what I do that's the measure of my worth and the secret of my success. All the rest is showiness, arrogance and conceit."