'Tis A Playing-Day
Tonight we spent time developing our short Liverpool scenes. Although, most people were not aware of what the exercises were leading up to. Keen people (like yours truly) knew that we were building up to the short Liverpool scene.
The exercises involved in this class were to do mostly with positions (get your mind out of the gutter). We took positions of power and dominance, each ‘partner pose’ having a dominant and a submissive person. We experimented with these poses and began to string them together, running between each one.
When we had a set pattern of poses, we began to add speech to them; just insignificant speech like numbers. It didn’t mean anything, but it was to get us to add words to what was happening or what we were feeling.
The next step was to do some improv. Woo! Man do I love me the improv. It was great. Our speech was hilarious. I was pushing Dan in the opening. Wait, back up the bus. I’ll explain our scene of poses first. It began with me pushing him, then he went to a corner to cry, then I went to comfort him, then he ran away and started praying, then I went up to him, he ran away again, I ran to him and posed all provocative like, then he came to me and I went away from him. So, back to the speech. I was like “Get lost creep!” then he started crying and what not. It was great. Like we were at a club. Not only was it fun, it was funny.
When it was time to make the transition into using the lines from the Liverpool scene, we had a hard time making it work. I said to Dan right before we started to try that it wasn’t going to happen. I put a wall up and it would have led to our failure had I not included a door. We began to just use the words and keep the actions. Then the actions evolved to fit the words and I guess out bodies just took over. It was ‘organic’ as Raymon would say.
We began with this club provocative scene and it changed into this touching scene of this couple dying. We both saw it as some sort of life or death situation. We were both starving and our only food left was this one apple and the both of us wanted the other to have. We were willing to die so the other could live for a few minutes more. But in the end we both died.
I never really understood what Raymon meant by organic until tonight. I guess I just pretended that I got it. But organic is just allowing to live in the moment, to submit to change that no one is initiating, it just happens.
Tonight we spent time developing our short Liverpool scenes. Although, most people were not aware of what the exercises were leading up to. Keen people (like yours truly) knew that we were building up to the short Liverpool scene.
The exercises involved in this class were to do mostly with positions (get your mind out of the gutter). We took positions of power and dominance, each ‘partner pose’ having a dominant and a submissive person. We experimented with these poses and began to string them together, running between each one.
When we had a set pattern of poses, we began to add speech to them; just insignificant speech like numbers. It didn’t mean anything, but it was to get us to add words to what was happening or what we were feeling.
The next step was to do some improv. Woo! Man do I love me the improv. It was great. Our speech was hilarious. I was pushing Dan in the opening. Wait, back up the bus. I’ll explain our scene of poses first. It began with me pushing him, then he went to a corner to cry, then I went to comfort him, then he ran away and started praying, then I went up to him, he ran away again, I ran to him and posed all provocative like, then he came to me and I went away from him. So, back to the speech. I was like “Get lost creep!” then he started crying and what not. It was great. Like we were at a club. Not only was it fun, it was funny.
When it was time to make the transition into using the lines from the Liverpool scene, we had a hard time making it work. I said to Dan right before we started to try that it wasn’t going to happen. I put a wall up and it would have led to our failure had I not included a door. We began to just use the words and keep the actions. Then the actions evolved to fit the words and I guess out bodies just took over. It was ‘organic’ as Raymon would say.
We began with this club provocative scene and it changed into this touching scene of this couple dying. We both saw it as some sort of life or death situation. We were both starving and our only food left was this one apple and the both of us wanted the other to have. We were willing to die so the other could live for a few minutes more. But in the end we both died.
I never really understood what Raymon meant by organic until tonight. I guess I just pretended that I got it. But organic is just allowing to live in the moment, to submit to change that no one is initiating, it just happens.
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