It is crying in my heart
like it rains on the town.
Il pleure dans mon cœur
Comme il pleut sur la ville.
Quelle est cette langueur Qui pénètre mon cœur ? Verlaine
Where are my dear Verlaine and my idol Rimbaud...
Yes, it is raining in my heart too…. I miss to be in a theater; I miss
the smell of the old sets, I miss the darkness, I miss the ghosts of all the
great singers, I miss the silent laughs and the lo
ries. It was the only
place where we all could be ourselves, protected by the anonymity, the
character, the disguise...We could live an entire destiny in a few hours, and
travel through many adventures, many lives thanks to the words and the music of
others...
Then for me it stopped abruptly… and these days, with the pandemic we
all live a life that we had not imagined possible, and we try to invent
solutions or at least new ways to CONTINUE TO BE…How can we try to find new depth in ourselves since for
most of us we are almost isolated? Is there a better possible
improvement that to try new things created by new encounters, new contacts, new
ways of thinking brought by others? Be aware of what others do, bring, create, and
grow from it, to progress, to mature... THAT WAS A GREAT CHOICE OF LIFE BUT
TODAY WE ARE FORBIDDEN TO DO THAT, we spend most of our time alone or on the
phone, facetime, zoom, and we are just confined to social medias where we
believe we are free to say anything we want about anybody. Everybody believes he can say anything but at
the same time all ideas are denied as extreme… To
have different opinions and to exchange ideas is not permitted; just extreme
ideas TRY to justify themselves…
We
are becoming people like the careerists, the social climbers, the go-getter of
the Bourgeois class in the 19 century Paris, acting from a Balzac novel and
believing they could just destroy reputations .........Revolting.
People have no
shame? The most surprising is that I am still asking this question, I had the
answer a very long time ago...Shame is an invention of religion, it is not part
of our basic psyche, we do not know shame, some are just afraid to be caught or
exposed or shown, so they are ashamed.... Makes me laugh NO it makes me grin...
What happened to the flowers of the escaping time? What happened to the people of the passing time? Time sometimes seems to destroy everything, even friendship. Will we ever learn where these friends of the past are, or even who they became? Some disappear from our life and we miss them… BUT these days we need all the support possible, all the friends of the past should resurrect and be with us, and we should not accept so fast and so lightly the judgements of the extreme ones. When will we stop dismissing the ones of our beginnings because of the acquired success and sometimes because of opinions on Social medias… It is now time to refuse to dismiss the past and on the contrary we should continue to learn from it!
Some of us have the great talent to become a reference to their own truth...They do not know more than anybody, but they are succeeding in making believe that they KNOW...they talk well, they are full of self-importance, they pontificate about the most banal things, they make the obvious become a vision, and since we live in a culture with no culture, MANY are looking for their opinions and follow their ideas…
We should constantly
keep in mind where we come from, who we were, where we went, and what we
became, and we cannot fall in the trap of ignoring the ones who were important
in our life at one point.
It seems that too many people disappear from our
life after a few years, and we miss them most of the time because we believed
they were friends... unfortunately some disappeared because they became famous
or important or self-important…what a pity to have this kind of attitude, it is
really sad, disappointing or even painful to see that human beings can be so
low, so ungrateful ...they believe they have reached a level where they no
longer need our friendship, they want to ignore the possibility of being
thankful for all we did.
How can people
forget where they come from, they should learn that to succeed is to be
faithful to your friends and not to shut out everything else.
I do not
think I ever forgot my friends or even ignore them because I was lucky and
sometimes achieved more than others; I will always continue to be there for
them…
We must be loyal in
friendship, and even sometimes willing to take risks to help the ones in
trouble when times are tough. And these days, times are very difficult for all,
so let us be there for them.
It is raining in my
heart and It is dark out, I go to the window, nobody in the street... The pandemic is punishing us, did we really
deserve it? What have we done? Where are the dreams of 10,20, 30 years ago of an
equal society? we have been struggling for more power, more influence, more
knowledge, and more life ...and now we are struggling for survival and peace of the mind….
Yes, it can be very sad to realize that.
I remember when arriving in a rehearsal
room to direct a play or an opera…...I was full of joy, desire,
apprehension...I felt confident and I had fears, I had to try not to run the
other way...
Often when I was acting and before the performance arriving to the
theater... I was asking myself: But
why do I have to be here, may be a strike of the stage hands will prevent us to
perform, may be the theater will be on fire, may be a few colleagues will be
sick and we will not have to do it...and then ...THEN...I enter the stage as
Mercutio, or Le Cid and I forget everything , I am totally in control or even better
I am not me anymore, I just live, full of passion, overjoyed by being another,
feeling how much in the audience they listen to me-finally-, how much I can
make them cry or laugh, I am the master of the universe... I
was always the first one in the rehearsal room...And then talking to the cast:
“today we will go thru the score, thru the text and the music…” I had to be
careful not to become a teacher in a classroom, not to drawn them with
information about the style, the period, the story… I had to be careful NOT to overwhelm them
with what I believed was useful...I had to remember what my great teachers told
me...To direct is to put in the right direction , not to micromanage every
thought, every move , every gesture...it is to guide artists in the direction
of the frame and the picture you have in my mind...Tania Balachova telling me,
I was 22 : “You want to be a great
director ? Remember the most important...DO NOT impose, make them discover,
make them understand the situation, make them understand the emotions, make
them understand the relation between characters, make them find in themselves
the equivalents, BUT DO NOT IMPOSE, do not make them imitate a feeling, do not
feed them like newborn...do not impose mechanical gestures on them.”
YES, IT WAS A GREAT TIME, YES IT WAS BEING
ALIVE, YES, I WAS LUCKY TO HAVE THIS LIFE FOR SO MANY YEARS… And now, it is all
disappearing, the world is just fighting away, it seems that we are at the end
of a culture, yes, the
pandemic will at one point BE away and what we call normal life will be back
again…But what life will it be? The pandemic is the culminating and the final
point of a sad evolution of what we have known for many generations in the arts
and in the everyday life, WILL THE NEW CULTURE BE AS FULFILLING???? I HOPE SO…
I DREAM OF IT… BUT….
It
is crying in my heart like it rains on the town.
Human brain contains a hormone called serotonin. It's a neurotransmitter, which modulates our mood and it is also called ''the hormone of happiness''. Serotonin-deficient people develop depression, but neurologists say that actually serotonin is lying to us, as it makes us see the things distorted, painted in brighter colors than they are. Neurologists also say that those lacking serotonin perceive the reality just as it is and actually we, the ''happy fools'', are the sick ones, not them! Well, your splendid essay is like a serotonin-inhibitor! Made me cry and see the life just as it is. Yes, this is the truth. We know it, but we deny it. Actually we choose to deny it. So now it was very hard to see it written down by somebody so experienced and talented because it became ... undeniable! Euffffff, it's a tough ''exercise'', but a necessary one. Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteWell Dr., you should put Bernard on a serotonin drip. It sounds like he could use a lift.
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