Letters from Boston #4January 9th 2008 |
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From Julieanne Pogue:
“Boston Marriage”, January 5
Off script for 10 pages each day for 6 days this week! Off script for 10 pages each day for 6 days this week! Off script for 10 pages each day for 6 days this week!
Am I preoccupied? Is my husband tip-toeing around me for fear I will explode? Is my dog growling at me because I’m staying up half the night to run lines? Is the pope Catholic?
We have not yet done a complete run-through with blocking and this gives me much consternation, as I have no set continuity for the play. I am visual by nature and am cued often by my location, as well as what I am doing on stage. So I am at a disadvantage in comparison to those who can learn by rote. It does not feel integrated to me. I think more organically, by jingo!
“Boston Marriage”, January 6
Oh my, what a dismal, dismal night. The work goes apace, but being off lines is not yet within my grasp. Not yet. Not YET. But soon…maybe not tomorrow, but soon. Sounds like a song.
Gina becomes more lively and giving as each day passes. Sometimes I lose my place just watching her…she tickles me so.
I fear I will lose my voice if I do not soon modulate it. Jack wants a BIG sound, just not all the time. Given to horrendous attacks of sinus infection, my vocal cords suffer in the winter and the summer. Jack cancelled rehearsal on Sunday because he had almost lost his voice due to the selfsame disorder. Ah, Kentucky!
The first time I lost my voice here, in 2006, my doctor said, “You have sinus problems and you moved from California to KENTUCKY!!!” I swear the capitals and exclamation marks are his.
Anna is becoming much more, well, MEAN than I had pictured playing her. It is delicious and I love it, but I find myself holding back for fear of breaching some pre-designated boundary of socially acceptable behavior. She really is a gorgon. I think this is what separates Mamet from Oscar Wilde. The misanthropic tones of Wilde have an underlying wink to them, whereas there exists no wink at all in the rants and raves of Anna. Even her cleverness has a withering and ill-tempered air, and her only love is for herself.
Back to work!
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