{"id":8580,"date":"2015-06-13T13:46:18","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T17:46:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=8580"},"modified":"2015-06-13T13:46:18","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T17:46:18","slug":"some-of-my-stage-experience-524","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/some-of-my-stage-experience-524\/","title":{"rendered":"Some of my Stage Experience #5\/24"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>#5\/24 Some of my Stage Experience<\/p>\n<p>The best written script<br \/>\nfrom which I have played lead<br \/>\nis an intriguing, unpredictable tale<br \/>\nof an odd woman at the age of 50<br \/>\nwho is living almost alone, but not really<br \/>\nalone enough for what she needs to do<br \/>\n(It\u2019s the backstory, really, that is compelling<br \/>\nin a dramatic way, wonderfully emotional<br \/>\nmonologues achingly written with such realism<br \/>\nmakes you wonder what sort of life she\u2019s lived)<br \/>\nI have lived a colorful life of many experiences<br \/>\nthat culminate beautifully into the director\u2019s dream<br \/>\ncinematic in vision and powerful in emotion<br \/>\n(We don\u2019t see everything. Ever. The small tense rooms.<br \/>\nThe anxious waits. Things she\u2019ll never tell us.)<br \/>\nIt\u2019s not all a bed of roses and that\u2019s what makes it magic<br \/>\non-stage. I\u2019m choosing my words with far more<br \/>\ndiscrimination now that I\u2019m fully aware<br \/>\nof the way the head writer<br \/>\nhas arranged it all&#8211;<br \/>\nthe big finish, the falling action,<br \/>\n\u201cthe end\u201d  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>#5\/24 Some of my Stage Experience The best written script from which I have played lead is an intriguing, unpredictable tale of an odd woman at the age of 50 who is living almost alone, but not really alone enough for what she needs to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":300,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8580","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8580","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/300"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8580"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8580\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8590,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8580\/revisions\/8590"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8580"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8580"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8580"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}