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Thespis Was A Pimp
“I have certain kinds of personal secrets that I only let the whole
world in on, just for a moment, when I am acting.”
Every time I watch the SAG Awards,
I imagine myself sitting at one of those tables,
with the cast of some film I was in,
during the opening sequence,
looking wryly into the eye of the lens, & saying:
“I received my SAG card while still in training at university,
working on CINDERELLA LIBERTY. I was in three nice scenes,
none of which were left intact in the released film.
I have been angry at Mark Rydell ever since.
My name is Glenn Buttkus, & I am an Actor.”
I was a callow star-struck youth,
in love with the movies in the 1950’s;
bitten by the acting bug,
cursed with the thespian virus
after receiving the Best Actor Award in 1962
at Sealth High School.
I envisioned myself as a modern Thespis,
who won the first Best Actor award in Athens
in 535 BC, essentially inventing Theatre
as he toured the country, carrying his masks,
costumes, & props in a horse-drawn wagon.
I was absolutely positive, after following
several of my acting friends to Los Angeles,
taking up residence in the ghetto heart
of Hollywood, not very far from the
ornate famous iron gates of Paramount Studios,
that I would set the movie world on fire
with my incredible enthusiasm; armed with my
SAG, AFTRA, & Equity cards,
my talent was inexorable,
my professional training impeccable,
my ego was a behemoth, &
my energy was inexhaustible.
But, alas, poor Yorick,
the flights of angels did not recognize me, for
the Theatrical & Film establishment was unimpressed,
not amused, cold, condescending, ignorant, crass,
littered with half-wits & homosexuals; & so, as the story goes,
the blazing comet of vocational pursuit that I rode upon,
streaked across Griffith Park & crashed & burned
not far from the Hollywood Sign,
& the observatory
where the rebel never found his cause,
where James Dean pretended to have a knife fight.
But, what the hell,
I did have a decade of actually pursuing my dreams,
& no one ever has taken that away from me.
I just had to find another way to be alive, another dream--
like being a teacher & working with the blind,
yeah, I could do that.
My apologies to Claudia for taking her dVerse prompt & pushing the poetic
envelope, taking the 10 nouns & verbs, & expanding them exponentially.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub MTB
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