I think we were just sort of
Resting on history
I mean, hell, our Artistic
Director
Was the son of our Founder
Everything had just sort of become
You know, cyclical
I guess
We were doing Translations
In 2007
And it was this really great
production
But everybody had felt like
We’d done it before
So we go to the archives online
And we look through the history
You know, of the theater
We looked at all the plays
And we couldn’t find it there
But everybody
The older actors in the company
The staff who’d been there awhile
Even Tennessee, our fearless
leader
Who was born during a show
At the Orpheus Theater
Could have sworn
That we’d done it before
But we hadn’t
It just seemed that way
Because we were all sort of feeling
like…
Like, I’ve done this before
Like déjà vu, you know?
I go home that night
That night we went into the
archives
And I call my boyfriend
Sorry, fiancé
I forgot he was a fiancé by then
And I said—
I’m sorry, but it’s, uh, we’re
done
I said, we’re done
Because now that I knew
That that feeling
Was what I was feeling
That—‘I’ve been doing this for so
long
It feels like I’ve done it before’
Feeling
I just—didn’t want to do it
anymore
Everything
Had become
Stagnant
My love life
My career
Fuck, I’d owned the same kind of aquatic
fish
My entire life
What about any of that
Was me being an artist?
An outlet of creativity, you know?
Nothing!
…Nothing
So I quit
Everything
The company
The relationship
I gave the fish to the little girl
Down the hall from me
And I started over
You have to
As a person
But I don’t know how you do that
As a theater
As an institution
I guess that’s why
I’m so worried
About the Orpheus
I’m not sure it can afford to
start over
I’m not sure it isn’t already
Too late
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