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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WILL.


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     John Shakespeare enrolled his seven-year old son William in The King’s New School of Stratford-upon-Avon in 1571.Latin was the most important subject taught and many children later became scholars at Oxford University but Will wanted to grow up to be just like the traveling players who performed medieval, religious and new pastymes (plays) in Stratford’s Gild Hall and the Bridge Street innyards. Stratford had amateur mummers (actors and mimes) and two touring companies, The Queen’s Men and the Earl of Worcester’s Men who played Gild Hall. Artificial light did not exist and spectacles and dramas took place during daylight hours. Limelight, gaslight, electricity, incandescent lamps and computer light boards, had not been invented in the 16th century. 
     Portrayals of Will’s life between school and the time he arrived in London differ  Some accounts state he was apprenticed to a butcher, others think he was a schoolmaster or believe he left Stratford because he was caught poaching in the deer park of Sir Thomas Lucy, a local justice of the peace.  Many are convinced a theatre company passed through Stratford and invited Will to join their troupe as a minor actor and scrivener (dramatist).  
     When William Shakespeare arrived in London in the late 1580s, he explored a vibrant and dramatic city of contrasts that stimulated his imagination. Shakespeare’s London had tall buildings and the majestic St. James Palace, the residence of kings and queens of England for over 300 years. Londoners shopped at Cheapside, a large market where country people displayed their goods, a butcher’s market in Eastcheap and a fish market on Fish Street Hill  People had to watch where they stepped in London; beggars and artful dodgers roamed; garbage, body wastes and dead animals were thrown into streets and alleyways and epidemics of plague often raged.
     The English navy scored a great victory over the Spanish Armada (an invasion fleet of about 130 ships) in the 1580s.  Francis Drake, the explorer and naval hero and Walter Raleigh, a navigator, writer and colonizer, had returned after their voyages of discovery which led to the expansion of trade in the Americas.  When Will crossed London Bridge on foot, the only crossing over the River Thames, he joined crowds of people—London had two hundred thousand inhabitants. On the bridge were houses—some over four stories high plus shops, a chapel and gatehouses on both ends. The bridge had been rebuilt many times and a nursery rhyme told its story.
London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady
     Shakespeare lived in a section of London called Bishopsgate in the gloom cast by the Tower of London. When he crossed the Thames, he could see coal barges moored in front of the Tower and wherries carrying passengers. The Tower was a prison for high ranking citizens. Mary, Queen of Scots, was imprisoned in the Tower, suspected of participating in an assassination plot against the Queen, Elizabeth I. Elizabeth signed her death warrant and Mary was put to death on Feb. 8, 1587. Shakespeare mentioned the Tower in many of his plays such as Richard III, Henry VIII and Henry VI Part III. There were 18 prisons around London; each held a special class of criminal. Newgate held felons, debtors and those awaiting execution. Ludgate held bankrupts and the Fleet held offenders waiting for their day in the Courts of Chancery. 
     Shakespeare worked with many theatre companies before joining James Burbage and his sons as an actor and dramatist. He soon became a charter member of a new company known as The Lord Chamberlain’s Men that appeared by royal command. Shakespeare became one of the most popular playwrights of the day. 
     London’s Lord Mayors disapproved of plays believing they encouraged irreverence, and idleness; when trumpets blasted the air and flags were raised announcing a performance, workers were lured away from jobs. To avoid restrictions imposed by the authorities, theatres were built outside the walls of the city; across the Thames in Southwark, easily reached by boat or bridge and close to bear-baiting rings, prisons and cockpits.
     The Queen’s Privy Council protected the actor/managers because the Queen enjoyed being entertained. Elizabeth I wrote poetry and music and took pleasure in drama, plays at Christmas and masques—a dramatic entertainment based on mythological or allegorical themes. She appointed a Master of the Revels, who acted as a producer/director and guardian of morals, in addition to providing costumes and a hall to be used for performances. Composers worked at the Chapel Royal in St. James Palace.
     Beginning in 1598, the first Globe Theatre was raised in Southwark and the plays Henry the Fifth, and As You Like It were written for the theatre in 1599. Considered the glory of the Banke, the Globe had a central “discovery place.” Double doors, covered with finely embroidered hangings, a curtain or both allowed the actor to reach the upper level for balcony scenes. Above that was a room with machinery for special effects – cannon were fired, angels or ghosts descended and a trap door in the floor led to hell.  Wooden stage posts, painted to look like marble, supported a canopy representing heaven filled with clouds, stars, moon and the sun; the canopy also protected the actors and their costumes from the sun. 
     Groundlings (commoners) paid one English penny to stand in the open yard of the Globe, two pennies would purchase a seat on a bench in the gallery, protected from sun and rain by a thatched roof made of water reed. A cushioned seat close to the stage cost three pennies and six pennies bought the most prestigious seats of all – the Lord’s rooms – behind and above the stage. Music underscored Shakespeare’s plays – the audience entered the theatre to the faint throb of a drum then the musicians of the Globe would   begin playing trumpet, cornet, sackbut and percussion. The players filled the stage and a stave pounded the floor. The music gradually increased in volume and intensity, adding to the excitement until every onlooker felt a part of the drama as it developed.
     Commoners, known as stinkards because they rarely washed themselves or their clothes, stood in a yard covered with a mixture of hazelnut shells, cinders, ash and silt. They fought amongst themselves and critiqued the actors with rousing cheers, hisses or a missile of fruit, often an orange. A useful piece of fruit, the orange could be used protect the nose from the stench of the unwashed or eaten to stave off pangs of hunger.
     Shakespeare describes the Globe in his prologue to Henry the Fifth when the chorus asks the audience to use their imagination, Can this cockpit hold the vasty fields of France? Or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?
     When Elizabeth I died in 1603, she was succeeded by James VI of Scotland who became James I of England. James valued the arts, particularly theatre and the Chamberlain’s Men. He demanded they come under his patronage and granted a royal patent. Their name changed to the King’s Men.
     Shakespeare’s company played the Globe in winter and summer. When epidemics of the plague caused the Privy Council to close the theatre, they became traveling players.    Fire destroyed the first Globe theatre in 1612. During a performance of Henry VIII, a piece of wadding fired from one of the stage cannons, landed on the thatched roof, smoldered, smoked – the audience was too engrossed in the play to notice – and burst into flame. In less than an hour, the fire consumed the Globe but the three thousand spectators managed to escape through the two exits. One patron’s pants began to burn but his companion, used his wits, and doused the flames with a bottle of ale. Quickly rebuilt, the second Globe, was built on the foundations of the first, and protected by a tiled roof.  It was said to be the fairest that ever was seen in England.
     In 1949, the Shakespeare Globe Trust was founded and the new Globe, modeled after the first, was inaugurated in 1997 with Henry the fifth. It stands today, as a living memorial to the greatest playwright of all time.

Bests,

Elise

Saturday, January 19, 2013

The Left Hand is the Dreamer

    
     The first time I heard "The left hand is the dreamer, the right hand is the doer," it came from a conductor/ composer who was left-handed. Ever since I've thought of writers, actors, artists and dancers as  left-handed dreamers though they might lift a utensil or a pen with their right hand. The right hand belonged to practical people--scientists, engineers, firemen or policemen. Law and order existed on the right while the left dreamed of the past or the future and interpreted every happenstance in a romantic way.
     Many performers have begun their careers in another art form before picking up a pen or sitting down at their tablet or computer and finding fulfillment and/or success. But a large number of writers have come from fields that I would consider "doers,"  particularly doctors. What quality makes so many doctors vivid writers?

Bests,

Elise

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Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Two Plays

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     Had the good fortune to see two delightful comedies this month. the first was The Mystery of Edwin Drood. The first--from an unfinished novel written by Charles Dickens and interrupted by his unfortunate departure from this world--finally found a home on the stage. Several writers had tried to fashion an ending that would have satisfied Mr. Dickens but none succeeded until the book was turned into a bawdy music hall presentation with book, music and lyrics by Rupert Holmes. The multi-talented cast includes Chita Rivera and the role of John Jasper played--during the performance I attended--by Sspencer Plachy. Great fun and I'm sure Charles Dickens would have enjoyed himself and perhaps gone on the road with the show.

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     The second play--Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike, written by Christopher Durang who must have been imprinted with works by Checkov. The comedy takes place in a farmhouse in Bucks County instead of Russia and the family dynamics are touching and hilarious. Again, a fantastic cast and a tirade by David Hyde Pierce in the second act is worth the price of admission.

Here's to playwrights, novelists and writers.

Bests,

Elise
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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Celeste Holm

Celeste Holm's obituary was on-line and in the Newspapers yesterday. she lived and worked until she was 95. A major talent she excelled in every part she played--motion pictures, theatre, television, clubs. Loved her work in All About Eve and Gentlemen's Agreement. I saw hr act at the Palmer House in Chicago some years ago. At the finish she left the room and slid down the bannister that led to the front of the Hotel. I waited a few minutes 'til she was out of sight then tried it. I guess you could call her a role model for performers.

She was the original Ado Annie in Oklahoma. Heard that she was offered the part of Aunt Ella in a revival and turned it down saying she could still out do anyone as Ado Annie. Don't know if the story was true but I bet she could.

Bests,

Elise

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Friday, June 1, 2012

ARE YOU ANYBODY?


An article in The NewYork times this past week about people who collected the autographs of celebrities made me think of The Ice Cream Man. When I was auditioning for the chorus in Broadway shows, we all  ran into him. He drove a truck and sold ice cream when he wasn't chasing a famous actress or actor. He showed up everywhere--the stage door of Broadway Theatres, rehearsal studios, restaurants where performers grabbed a snack during a break or Sardi's on opening nights. If he wasn't sure of who you were or how you ranked in the theatrical firmament, he would ask. His question? "Are you anybody?"

My answer was, "Everybody is somebody." After reading the piece in The Times, I began to think about what turns a person into a somebody. Is it having the confidence to try to work at something you love? Finding contentment in work or family or using the gifts that were bestowed upon you by chance or birth or hard labor? Is it sharing those gifts? I began as a singer, became a stage manager and then a writer. As a singer I found excitement and a connection to the audience. As a stage manager, I enjoyed seeing the pieces of a show come together and as a writer I find fufillment in my words and characters. How do you define being a somebody? And do you ever redefine yourself?

Bests,

Elise

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Monday, May 21, 2012

4000 Miles

4000 Miles is now playing at the Mitzi Newhouse at Lincoln Center Theater. Four of us went to see the matinee last Sunday and werre introduced to a marvelous playwright Amy Herzog. Her work has been perfomred in festivals and repertory theatres all over the United States but this was the first opportunity we had to see a play whe'd written. I want to see many, many more. A superb cast was headed by Mary Louise Wilson--fine and funny and sharp. If you're in NYC, don't miss it.

The audience did have a few weird happenings. One member of the audience burped for about twenty minutes. A hearing aid pulsed loudly. A cell phone rang and a woman screamed, "Get your hands off me." through it all the actors carried on.

Bests,

Elise
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Sunday, April 17, 2011

WarHorse

Yesterday I went to see a matinee of WarHorse. The production is theatre at its best. Originally a novel by Michael Morpurgo, the play was presented by the National theatre of Great Britain and won the Olivier Award. Now New Yorkers are able to attend the fine performances at Lincoln Center. Every element of the play meshes into a an impressive, not to be missed whole that every theatre-goer will talk about for years. The fine acting is enhanced by horses designed by the Handspring Puppet Company founded in 1981 in South Africa. The cane sculptures come alive before the eyes of the audience. The story is about the love of a boy--Albert-- for his horse--Joey--and takes place before, during and after the World War I and accomplishes what every good book and play should--the audience believes in the characters and their world becomes real. If you can get to the National in Great Britain or Lincoln Center in New York, see WarHorse. You'll never forget it. Scene Stealer, my eBook is available through Carina Press, Amazon, Barnes and Noble and wherever eBooks are sold. An audio version is produced by Audible. Download hot ebooks from Carina PressAudiobooks at audible.com!

Friday, April 8, 2011

Sense Memory

In many ways, writing and acting are alike. Both fields use sense memory. The five senses. To see, hear, taste, smell and touch. We see and write about the colors in a landscape, surroundings, architecture, and the color of water in an ocean, a lake, a pool or a glass. We describe grass, flowers or trees as they change with the seasons. We place a character in a meadow and sense how she will react. A memory of the tang of that perfect cup of coffee, the bitterness of cough medicine that will keep you from ever spreading cherry preserves on a piece of toast again, gelato so enticing you could hardly choose a favorite and the sweetness of the first summer corn will become part of a character’s tastes. A melody sung by someone you had a crush on in your teens, a riff repeated by a jazz musician that reminds you of a long-ago festival, classic music that brings a remembrance of a recording played by a favorite relative—all a part of you and the characters you create. The faint scent of a favorite perfume, your lover’s after-shave, pungent smells of pickles and deli, the stench when a sewer backs up, the pungent fragrance of earth after a steady fall of rain—all return when we need them. The touch of a comforting hand placed on your back when you’re ill, the softness of silk underwear, the rough tongue of an affectionate cat, a child’s hand in yours. All these sense memories come to our aid transformed into a feeling that belongs to a character we’ve created from our memories and those we’ve observed in others.

Bests,

Elise


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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Improvization

Beginning with the Drama Club at the Y and continuing with classes in acting, the teacher always set aside some time for improvisation. Approaching one member of the class, he or she would speak in a low voice and say something like this:

Example 1:
“You are a spy and you must make this man fall in love with you. You must find out what information he has.”

The instructor would then approach your acting partner.
“Find out why this woman is here. What she knows. Do anything you have to but get the information.”

Example 2: The assignment for the next class was becoming an animal. Most of the class chose the ones with four feet. I lived closer to the aquarium and spent an afternoon studying a fish.

Sleepless one night, I began to think about those days as an actress and realized improvising had a lot in common with writing. You begin with your idea of what the characters should do, why they’re doing it and what the story and the theme is about. Then, sometimes without any warning, your characters decide they want to go in another direction. Your villain isn’t your villain anymore, an unlikely heroine emerges, and a chapter or two or three needs to be cut. You try to keep to your original idea but your characters are stronger than you and you think-Oh, what the hell, I’ll try it their way.
Usually they’re right.

I’m into the first draft of a new book and so far-so far my characters have behaved but my instinct tells me they’re biding their time and we’ll be having a few discussions about the right direction for the novel. How much of a say, do you allow your characters?