Sawing the air too much
A Yelping Review
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Given the status quo, that is, the existing state of things, or the way we are all spending
Our brief lives at present
The desire for a different, better life seems perfectly human
As is the attempt to buy that different, better life
Or secure it by violence
Or treachery
Alas, this may be a category mistake
For better lives cannot be bought or sold
We all have a part, no matter how the scenery changes
Play the same part night after night, year after year
Memorize the crucial lines and learn to improvise without breaking character
Or seeming like an accidental exercise in self-parody
Or stale and tedious
Gradually, the difference between you and the character you are playing
Will shrink
And
Eventually
Van-sh
And if you are passionately committed to a role, and you understand it well enough to play it with style and grace for a very long time
And the plot of the whole narrative suddenly veers into incomprehensible mayhem
You know: a malevolent, vainglorious imposter becomes king, almost destroys the whole set
Then can’t be dragged off stage after the fifteenth standing ovation, and a plague
Which he contracts, but somehow miraculously survives?!
And he finally leaves the show
And for a while, a veteran character actor
Sort of shuffles and smiles his way through a few seasons
But the last guy didn’t even break character on the toilet
He's very active on social media
You and a few others
Whisper derisively
When the lights are low
His fans are so frothy with passion that flattering reviews are their gospel
And negative reviews, the vilest blasphemy they have ever heard
People have been hurt
So they write him back in!
No one can really believe it
But there he is
Night after night
Again
And he dabbles in mixed martial arts
Betting on fights, mind you—from box seats
It all sems very “AI Scriptwriter 6.0” to me
Then he has to face a certain amount of justified acrimony from the other actors
But persuades his delirious partisans in the audience that he is a martyr
And decides that the whole story is really about him, and his unjust suffering
And he will tweet it, or eXcrete it, or whatever, himself
What do writers know, really?
And as for you
Your part is changing in all of the wrong, foolish ways that you dreaded before
They hired a new writer and reassured you that he could read
And you had some hope that you could play this part well right into the dark
But they fired that fellow
And now most of your lines seem to have been written by ChatGPT4; you don’t really like the dialogue,
It is full of claims that you either do not believe, or can’t make any sense of
But the audience is increasingly sensitive and committed, so if you blow a line
They are ready to eat you alive
And they change the other characters’ names
Seemingly at random in one case
And if you get confused, the ratings dip
You really are trying
But sometimes they're practically rewriting your lines
In your mouth
And you do not have your own trailer any more
And you have to sneak food now and again from craft services
You’re too worried about where this story is headed
To really enjoy any of it
And the other actors seem increasingly anxious, depressed, terrified, numb or stark raving mad
And the director just keeps telling kind lies, to shield your implausibly intense feelings
And panic and despair are the crew’s nickname for you and your understudy
Remember
It’s the writing
That’s really all that matters
Is it a story you can all—not just you, tempting as that is, but everyone involved
Including craft services
Survive?
Playing roles you know well, and can live with
Without shame, or succumbing to exhaustion or despair
Because your part is worth playing
You and the audience agree on that
Most of the time
It’s a craft, really
And you want desperately to see the rest of the script
Because you know this can’t last forever
And you want, in the end, to be able to say
Someone else is better suited to this part than I am
We all fade
But a rather solid, occasionally stylish way of playing this role
Has been firmly established
And some gestures, and some jokes, and some wild ideas
Will be offered homage and parody in due course
You will have done your strutting and your fretting
In a good story
From which others will derive
Both entertainment and instruction
You can fall, smiling
With the curtain
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NB: The title is a fraction of a line from Shakespeare's Hamlet, Act III, Scene II: "Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness."
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (4)
Amusing to read--had smiles... thanks!
Whoaaaa, this was such an intense downward spiral! So well done!
I got the hamlet vibes. This is such a great descent onto the angst of a life spiralling.
Wow this is impressive!😍