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Mirando, Mark B.

Eng 23

2013-00862 Prof. Judy Ick

“True Love, Perhaps?”

As a young director, I feel timid about interrupting actors at work. I am afraid to be decisive
about any specific blocking or staging, anxious that my intervention would destroy the fresh,
spontaneous life that seems to be happening so naturally without my contribution; I keep quiet. I
ask myself, perhaps, love is like an act of theatre? You let it grow in you as you repeat it and you
breathe life into it. You let it bloom. You introspect and reflect. You realize, act upon it and you
articulate--- Perhaps?
Perhaps, like Shakespeare’s promise on his couplets in Sonnet 18, love can be preserved
through time? On Sonnet 18 the poet articulated his immense love towards the fair one and how he
immortalized this love through the ink of his quill. Perhaps, like any classic drama or poem, love is a
book waiting to be opened and inside the book is a spore: a sleeping question waiting for our
attention.

As a director, my biggest contribution to a production, and the only real gift I can offer to an
actor, is my attention. What counts most is the quality of my attention. Attention is a tension.
Attention is a tension between an object and the observer or a tension between people. It is a
listening. Attention is a tension over time. Perhaps, love is also a tension over time – a careful
observation of a beautiful creature, like Shakespeare towards the fair one. Perhaps, theatre really is
an act of love. If theatre were to be described it would be memory, attention and introspection,
same thing with love--- Perhaps?

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