Dear Joe,
How are you, my friend? It’s
been a while. I hope you are at least doing great, because what else is there
to do, right? We don’t have much time, quick
let’s get to the bat mobile to the interesting stuff. I will address the
subject of ACTING.
As someone who is currently
acting as a human being, who is in turn acting as a man, who plays the role of
a son, boyfriend, engineer, sometimes playing the happy, sometimes playing the sad…me,
the leading character in this part of life-movie, will try to touch upon the subject.
So, Joe, in a
nutshell, about the ACTING game:
Supposedly, it should
be a fun and interesting thing to do, or so I have been told. But how can it be
fun when all the actors forgot who they are, and just got lost in THE ACT
itself.
You can also think of the actor as a puppet, who is playing
along whatever play it has been given to him. Some of us are playing better
than others, some of us are looking for the proper act to play in to, some of
us are tired of playing, all of us will step out of the play at one point.
Generally speaking, the actors, or
puppets, are divided into two groups;
There is the puppet
who is always concerned about the acting itself, and here is where the greater
majority of puppets reside. The puppet is trying really hard to play a better
act, or a different act, or to do something about the act, because the ACT is
al there is.
The puppet in this category is usually concerned with
questions like; How can I be/get/have/know/find etc.
Then there is this other puppet, who is not so much concerned about the ACT as it is interested in the master puppeteer. Yeah, that's right, the master puppeteer. Some of these actors are still playing an active role in the PLAY, and some of
them are not concerned with the PLAY at all, because they can now knowingly (more or less) choose.
This kind of puppet is concerned with one question only; Who
am I?
And that, my friend, is that. And because your time in the Batmobile is over, you shall now proceed to the rest of the Play, or else.
Until the
next time, Joe, goodbye and keep it real, or whatever.
Yours,
The
Escapist.
P.S: Are you
even Joe? And if you’re not, who or what are you?
