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A poem and a quiz....
Firstly, a poem written by my friend Steve, who mans the stage door at the Guthrie:
Twas the night before Christmas and the show had just ended,
cast and crew in the dram with a cocktail well blended.
Barbara Ehlen was helping a patron into her wrap,
as Rick Holcomb gathered up all the lost and found crap.
Trisha Kirk was still here, trying to think of a way,
to explain to the actors about the midnight matinee.
And me, all alone, at stage door in the dark,
just one more quick e-mail telling Santa where not to park.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
that I thanked my bright stars I was born with a strong bladder.
Well I flew up the stairs and I burst through the door,
then I slipped on some ice, bounced my head off the floor.
I awoke rather dazed, all confused, seeing stars,
it felt just like college after a night at the bars.
When, who to my wondering eye did appear?
On an Arctic Cat snowmobile, it was William Shakespeare!
"Alas," said old Bill, "Get thee up off thy bum,
pr’thee boy do get up, there is work to be done."
"For now is the winter our discontent,"
So I leapt to the sled and we proceeded hell-bent.
"Now Yorick, now Viola, now Hotspur, and Olivia,
On Hamlet, on Gloucester, on Falstaff and Calphurnia.
As he shouted each name, each bold invocation,
each character would appear, Flesh and blood at their station.
Willy Loman was there, as were Nora and Torvald,
Antigone took her place right on cue when Will called.
Malvolio, cross gartered, in his stockings of yella,
and a streetcar pulled up when Bill shouted out Stella!
Til at last there we stood, perhaps ten thousand or more,
all called forth by the Bard, yet not quite sure what for.
"Gentle Friends," Shakespeare said as he lifted his hand.
"I have brought you all here to wipe a blight from the land"
"Tis an insult to all of us born of emotion,
who have toiled with love at our craft, with devotion.
This insidious threat born of greed and derision, this
plague to our souls called reality television."
"This mindless affront without value or a worth,
thinks a kick to the groin the very pinnacle of mirth.
Alright, I agree, the groin shot is a funny old bit,
but it shouldn’t be allowed to overshadow true wit."
"Entertainment should elevate, encourage the spirit to soar,
not wallow in the filth, people this demands War!"
A mighty cheer filled the air as characters shouted out to agree,
and I was honored to think they included little old me.
Our battle will be fought in the schools, in each class,
Lady Macbeth volunteered to kick Paris Hilton’s talentless ass.
Old Prospero stepped up sturdy ax handle in hand,
"Just watch how I vote them off my fair island."
As each character marched off, their mission strong in their heart,
I asked old Shakespeare what I could do as my part.
"My dear friend" William said his eyes filled with delight
"If you work in the arts, you are leading the fight."
Then he wished me the best, and the same to you all,
and as he started his sled he let out one last call.
"So continue your work, bring them drama and cheer,
happy holidays to all and a joyous new year!
And a quiz.....
You are Form 4, Gargoyle: The Fallen.
"And The Gargoyle mended his wings from the
blood of the fallen so he could rise up from
imprisonment. With great speed and
resourcefulness, Gargoyle made the world his
for the taking."
Some examples of the Gargoyle Form are Daedalus
(Greek) and Mary Magdalene (Christian).
The Gargoyle is associated with the concept of
success, the number 4, and the element of wood.
His sign is the new moon.
As a member of Form 4, you are a creative and
resourceful individual. You are always
thinking of possible solutions to problems you
face and you generally choose one that is
right. Much of your success comes from your
ability to look at things a little differently
than everyone else. Gargoyles are the best
friends to have because they don't always take
things for face value.
Which Mythological Form Are You?
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Twas the night before Christmas and the show had just ended,
cast and crew in the dram with a cocktail well blended.
Barbara Ehlen was helping a patron into her wrap,
as Rick Holcomb gathered up all the lost and found crap.
Trisha Kirk was still here, trying to think of a way,
to explain to the actors about the midnight matinee.
And me, all alone, at stage door in the dark,
just one more quick e-mail telling Santa where not to park.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
that I thanked my bright stars I was born with a strong bladder.
Well I flew up the stairs and I burst through the door,
then I slipped on some ice, bounced my head off the floor.
I awoke rather dazed, all confused, seeing stars,
it felt just like college after a night at the bars.
When, who to my wondering eye did appear?
On an Arctic Cat snowmobile, it was William Shakespeare!
"Alas," said old Bill, "Get thee up off thy bum,
pr’thee boy do get up, there is work to be done."
"For now is the winter our discontent,"
So I leapt to the sled and we proceeded hell-bent.
"Now Yorick, now Viola, now Hotspur, and Olivia,
On Hamlet, on Gloucester, on Falstaff and Calphurnia.
As he shouted each name, each bold invocation,
each character would appear, Flesh and blood at their station.
Willy Loman was there, as were Nora and Torvald,
Antigone took her place right on cue when Will called.
Malvolio, cross gartered, in his stockings of yella,
and a streetcar pulled up when Bill shouted out Stella!
Til at last there we stood, perhaps ten thousand or more,
all called forth by the Bard, yet not quite sure what for.
"Gentle Friends," Shakespeare said as he lifted his hand.
"I have brought you all here to wipe a blight from the land"
"Tis an insult to all of us born of emotion,
who have toiled with love at our craft, with devotion.
This insidious threat born of greed and derision, this
plague to our souls called reality television."
"This mindless affront without value or a worth,
thinks a kick to the groin the very pinnacle of mirth.
Alright, I agree, the groin shot is a funny old bit,
but it shouldn’t be allowed to overshadow true wit."
"Entertainment should elevate, encourage the spirit to soar,
not wallow in the filth, people this demands War!"
A mighty cheer filled the air as characters shouted out to agree,
and I was honored to think they included little old me.
Our battle will be fought in the schools, in each class,
Lady Macbeth volunteered to kick Paris Hilton’s talentless ass.
Old Prospero stepped up sturdy ax handle in hand,
"Just watch how I vote them off my fair island."
As each character marched off, their mission strong in their heart,
I asked old Shakespeare what I could do as my part.
"My dear friend" William said his eyes filled with delight
"If you work in the arts, you are leading the fight."
Then he wished me the best, and the same to you all,
and as he started his sled he let out one last call.
"So continue your work, bring them drama and cheer,
happy holidays to all and a joyous new year!
And a quiz.....
You are Form 4, Gargoyle: The Fallen.
"And The Gargoyle mended his wings from the
blood of the fallen so he could rise up from
imprisonment. With great speed and
resourcefulness, Gargoyle made the world his
for the taking."
Some examples of the Gargoyle Form are Daedalus
(Greek) and Mary Magdalene (Christian).
The Gargoyle is associated with the concept of
success, the number 4, and the element of wood.
His sign is the new moon.
As a member of Form 4, you are a creative and
resourceful individual. You are always
thinking of possible solutions to problems you
face and you generally choose one that is
right. Much of your success comes from your
ability to look at things a little differently
than everyone else. Gargoyles are the best
friends to have because they don't always take
things for face value.
Which Mythological Form Are You?
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