Archive for January, 2014

Emotional Accessibility

As we have said, in many ways, we are wanting to reclaim that which has been taken from us, driven inside us, or pushed away from us. It’s there, it available, if you can access it and not let others get in the way of it, or feel like they can prevent you from it. Auditions are for you, not for them. Please watch Henry Thomas audition for ET. I look forward to your thoughts.


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The feelings and thoughts Mr. Doyle has used to illuminate this universal experience can be substituted by a myriad of other images from each and every one of us. Brian Doyle is an author of mostly children’s books. Go figure.

“When young we think there will come one person who will savor and sustain us always; when we are older we know this is the dream of a child, that all hearts finally are bruised and scarred, scored and torn, repaired by time and will, patched by force of character, yet fragile and rickety forevermore, no matter how ferocious the defense and how many bricks you bring to the wall. You can brick up your heart as stout and tight and hard and cold and impregnable as you possibly can and down it comes in an instant, felled by a woman’s second glance, a child’s apple breath, the shatter of glass in the road, the words ‘I have something to tell you,’ a cat with a broken spine dragging itself into the forest to die, the brush of your mother’s papery ancient hand in a thicket of your hair, the memory of your father’s voice early in the morning echoing from the kitchen where he is making pancakes for his children.” – Brian Doyle

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The last posts of poetry have compelled another crew member to share a poem born from Constantine P. Cavafy, a Greek poet who lived in Alexandria and worked as a journalist and civil servant. Please read when you have a moment… and I don’t even like poetry… I thought.


As you set out for Ithaka
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
Hope the voyage is a long one.
May there be many a summer morning when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into harbors seen for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind—
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars.
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.


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Low budget film making should be about the budget, not about the film making. Use technology to put forth your point of view, not to dilute it.


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I would like to thank one of the crew for bringing this forward. It’s the first poem “The Journey” and I believe relatable to each of us in it’s own way.

The Journey by Mary Oliver


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I ask all of you to take the time to read these words.


They were reflected, in part, in this other item I ask you to watch, a roundtable with a new group of actresses.


I look forward to your thoughts.

Watch out for PARADOX! 🙂

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