Theatre

It’s funny how one day you just sit around and something just cries your name like the best friend you’ve never had. (I must say that makes it sound sort of scary, but I’m tired; forgive me.)

I’m talking about Theatre. The Stage.

Now let’s get one thing straight first: I’ve never been fascinated by the drama. Not very much, anyway. In fact, most of the things I’ve done apart from standard texts (say, good old Billy Shakespeare and Arthur Miller) have been random short plays that I had to do in school. Indeed, I think you could say that I believe more firmly in prose (or at the very least, my abilities in prose) than any other aspect of literature.

So this sudden impulse is rather inexplicable. It’s not like I’ve read a play recently. (The Sunset Limited doesn’t count because, well, it’s not really a play, and I know for certain that it isn’t the reason I’ve been drawn to the notion.) It’s not, too, like I’ve joined the school’s drama society or something. I haven’t watched a play in the last year. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I saw a play. It might have been quite a few years back.

But it’s happened. It just happened. Don’t ask me why. It happened, and now this is one of the things that I can see myself possibly being in my element in.

It’s all really rather strange. You don’t just wake up one day, having devoted your life to prose, and suddenly find yourself feeling as if drama is now a sound way of expressing yourself. Heck, you don’t do that when you don’t even know how it works.

But here I am, ready to take it on.

And I will.

The Stage represents something different to me, and something unknown. It is spare in a manner that novels find it difficult to afford, yet elaborate in a way that novels can only wish for. It is a form that requires synthesis, yet a clear sense of Self. It’s an intriguing form, and I’m convinced that a part of me yearns to do this, like there’s a fraction of my mind that can’t ever be put into a novel’s shape.

And I’ve got ideas. I’m thinking on them. Maybe I’ll work on them when I take a crack at Work In Progress 2 (after the exams).

Goodbye, Mr. Heston

Charlton Heston has passed away. [via BBC News]

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