A fine adventure awaits,
Divine ventures of fate,
Propagating experiences,
To grow and advance,
Each chance you take,
Makes waves in the expanse,
Dancing among our decisions,
Precision placement,
Meant to be on time,
Primal emotions drive,
Striving to fill needs,
Thriving within entities,
Surviving was meant to be,
This present moment,
Was sent from Eternity,
And meant for you to see,
A glimpse of your journey,
Learning you're truly free,
Earning who you want to be,
Turning the key to the heart,
Restarting the engine,
Envisioning a fresh start,
Taking part in reality,
Knowing the Art of Duality,
Individuality my best skill,
Each hill a different climb,
The adventure of a lifetime,
Sublime in all its ways,
A Divine Venture in which we play,
The Leading role everyday.
THE COMEDIANS’ TRAGEDY
My role is that of the Court Jester
also known as the Tudor Harlequin Clown,
I am much more than just a set of jokes
in front of audience members.
I wish to be a Shakespearean actor
but that is a fact nobody remembers.
To perform in tragedies,
to make the spectators not laugh but frown.
Anything from playing Romeo to Macbeth
while wearing his bloody crown!
The theatre life I want! Not the court life which is
as cold as the air in December.
I have tried time and time again but not prevailed.
I need to succeed by this new September.
I auditioned for many characters,
even Lady Macbeth while wearing her bloody gown!
At last, a new audition has come
up for a new Shakespeare play!
If I fail, what shall
I do hereafter?
After acting my heart out for the audition,
my mouth turned to the taste of morello.
To hear what I had been cast as that day;
am I bound to a life of laughter?
I find myself playing the
Clown from the tragedy of Othello…
A PLAYER
Booked for a film for one day.
I rehearse my line and wait until the
crew is ready for me.
It’s a cold night shoot, but the hot
spotlights flood the set with
achievement and attainment.
I perform. Hot and sweaty. I derig.
I exit, never seeing the crew again.
The rest of the night is waiting for
me ; the night is young and the city
is new.
To celebrate, I go to a night club.
Make out with a man twice my age
and half my talent. I perform again.
I cast aside the desperate man.
I book a twink who takes me to his
place. I derig. I perform again.
Hot and sweaty for the second
time tonight. I exit, never seeing the
twink again.
The joys of being a player….
ACTORS BIOGRAPHY
____ ____ is an actor most famous
for his role as John Smith on the TV series Unnamed.
He is from the UK and started his
career having minor roles in small
touring stage productions for a year.
From 2023, he was cast as a
supporting role in a West End
production of Transient at the
Evanescence Theatre.
Migrating from the stage to the
screen, he had some uncredited
parts in short-lived television
shows.
In 2024, John Smith was a role that
he auditioned for. Initially, the role
was offered to another actor but
was turned down due to them
having to go into rehabilitation.
He worked on Unnamed until his
sudden firing from the show in
2026. Little is known about the
reason for this. However, it could
be linked to his current issues with
tax avoidance and alcoholism.
After a measly four year career, he
is no longer working in the industry.
He's behind you they all shout the sound of laughter ringing out
spinning around I ask where the children shout back over there
singing dancing acting the fool no swearing on stage that was the rule
but they were the good times when work was plenty
and all the seats were full and never empty
but computers took over and replaced the actor clown
then no more work stage work closing down
advances in time is also a factor
times are hard for a struggling actor
Henry Winkler was the Fonz on Happy Days.
Mister tough guy and"Ayyy!" was his favorite phrase.
With his leather jacket and girls on his lap, he was the coolest dude.
Now, an old man with a warm, fuzzy, and funny attitude.
David "Davy" Crockett,
wore a coonskin cap not a pretty flowery locket.
Was he the "King of the Wild Frontier"?
The bears would hide from him in fear.
In 1834, David "Davy" Crockett published an autobiography, A Narrative of the Life of David Crockett of the State of Tennessee. Many have written about him.
My uncle, the actor
I had an uncle who was an actor
My mother took me to see him perform
At "Folkets Park", the people's place
He played a detective. I spoiled his scene
By the audience, he was my uncle Lars
My mother had to take me outside
The acting bug stayed with me, and I wanted
To be an actor, too, I read a lot back then
and made up scenes in my head, of course
I had the best lines
When I was almost 40 years old, and ill
I was sick often in those years, mainly because
I didn't like the way my life was
I saw in the local paper the theatre in Chester
needed someone to help on stage ( I lived
in England at the time)
I rang, a young woman answered, she was
not impressed with my English and said I had
to speak perfectly before getting a job
She had poured cold water over my dream
But it was a dream inspired by my uncle
His wife was a woman with red hair; she
laughed a lot
I like to go visit them, one of the few
places, I felt at ease, could talk, and not
be told to shut up
But for the life of me, I can't remember
her name, I will put this article aside and
wait until her name appears in my dreams
RANDI was her name
Here comes AI actor Tilly Norwood
(Who looks for a career in Hollywood),
Made of flesh nor yet blood,
She’s caused still virtual flood
Of backlash from Guilds actors in dark mood:
Despite her surreal smile,
Protests against her pile--
‘Alive in time nor space,
She can’t humans replace’--
A product of tech art
Whilst acting comes from heart,
Bogged are the movie makers so to brood.
__________________________
Happenings | 03.10. 2025 | actor, art, blood, heart,
The day I met an actor
Father Brown sat in my garden drinking beer
with fellow actors and producers.
Father Brown remembered me he had seen
Me watching him every weekday on Tv.
The actor profession is strictly hierarchical
I could not sit at his table but be placed
among the actor, like the one coming out
of the post office walking up the road and
has no speaking role.
I had a watering can and when watering
A rose bush near him, he spoke to me.
“So, you like to watch Father Brown?
“Yes, sir, I love the program.”
“Thank you,” he said, with that, he turned
to the other casts by the table
The moon hangs in the night sky
Like a beacon for a child at bedtime
There's time to have bedtime stories read to you
There's time to recite prayers to You
She wanted to be that music box ballerina
If only daddy could have seen ya
Pirouetting and forgetting in moments of.....
Frozen prances and unfurling action
In the store front window, blink and continue
There's no time to stand still
When Fred Astaire wants to dance
No time to check makeup
When Cary Grant wants romance
In a Holden crush, or Cooper embrace
That is where Audrey Hepburn stands
i feel so stupid
i actually believed you loved me
i believed every lie
how could i know it wasn't true?
it all seemed so real
the smiles, the laughs
every time you were there for me
how much of it was fake?
i forget you're an actor
and you're really good at it too
you can easily play any role you're given
it makes sense you could pretend to love me
you have me on your strings
they're on my limbs
controlling my every move
holding on so tight
i can't break free
i'm like your puppet in a way
i do what you want me to do
i act how you want me to act
it's like i'm wearing a mask but
i'm hiding all your truths underneath it
i know you so well
better than you know
yet it's like i don't know you at all
i would've never expected this from you
i changed when i found out the lies
i've never been able to look at you the same
i question everything you say and do
but i didn't change to you
i stayed the same
pretended i didn't know
because i think you forget
i'm an actor too
The actor I knew
Mikael Elphick, a talented actor
I admired
he liked to read my poems and said they were like stories
and therefore, easy to read
He understood I was trying to find a space between
poetry and prose, that is why I dislike calling
what I write poetry, vignettes seem in order
Mikael was a kind man who liked that I was not
hanger faking friendship and being agreeable to his
political opinions, which I found eccentric
The last time I spoke to him was outside a café, he
was struggling to walk home, I gave him a lift
a reporter from the Sun newspaper sat in a tree
it might have been Pierce Morgan, as we know
has bullied his way on X
a few weeks later, Mickael was dead, killed by
his alcoholism
You applause the actor
Her harmonious tone
Her play of words
Her triumphs heard
But do you love the stage after the song
The leftover footprints from where it sang along
Atoning for every step that was missed
Retrieving the dust from her accomplishments
The dust from the skill she used to win
The dirt from the shoes that store talent within
She takes a bow and stifles her breath
For love won’t come if she shows weakness next
But no one applauds the stage after the show
For being there, for laying low
For setting a platform all but their own
The cleaners perceive them as one last chore
The light flicks off, and what is love?
The stage hadn’t known, from being alone
And it will never know, until the lights flick on
And the cleaner applauds it for all it has done
Let us take a road trip,
now off with bags and zip.
Snow covers the wide road,
no grass here to be mowed.
Cow riding the tractor,
is it a huge actor?
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