Abstrakt / Abstract Aus / Out Dichter / Poet Freude / Delight Gedicht / Poem Geschrieben / Written Kopf / Head Rage Seine / His Seite / Page Trauer / Grief Tropfen / Drip Vers / Verse Wörter / Words
When I'm acting, I'm just worried about that piece of the pie, contributing to the whole. But when you're directing, you... get the vision out of your head and on the stage.
Often it seems that there are writers who are their best selves on the page. That Seamus Heaney was as genuine and deeply admirable in person as in his poems was to me a gift, then as now.
Other people can write grown-up, political plays about the troubles in the world. My plays deal with magic and hope.
The main problem was a pacing problem. I had wanted the project to be about 20-30 issues, and I should have written it out as a full script beforehand.
I honestly can't describe what goes on in my head when I'm out there. People who don't wrestle can't possibly understand it. When I'm in the ring, I don't feel any pain. I'm in another world out there.
A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.
The form of my poem rises out of a past that so overwhelms the present with its worth and vision that I'm at a loss to explain my delusion that there exist any real links between that past and a future worthy of it.
As an actor, you're pretty much a hired gun. You are reading other people's words off of a page and doing what they want you to do.
Many a poor soul has had to suffer from the weight of the debts on him, finding no rest or peace after death.
