Glenn Buttkus 1973
Exit, Stage Left
“The best things happen at the exit ramp of your
comfort zone.”--Karen Salmansohn.
My family went to the movies a lot in the 50’s. Like
so many before me, I was totally mesmerized by the
magic of the movies, the golden gilded star-kissed
amalgamation of photography, painting, theater,
literature, classical music, and historical epics.
In the early 60’s I found that Acting gave me an
access to that world. A decade later I attended a
three-year BFA Professional Acting Program. I was
elated to do my internship at two Northwest Regional
Theaters. I was overjoyed to earn my Actor’s Equity
card, followed soon by membership in the American
Federation of Radio & Television Artists, and the
Screen’s Actor’s Guild. I hit the boards running, full
of fire, passion, and ambition, classically trained and
hungry for the challenges to come.
Ten years after, I awoke one gray morning, finding
myself as a disillusioned, depressed artist going
nowhere slowly. Unfortunately, I spent years actually
inhabiting my dreams, watching them twist and sour
and atrophy. Sometimes when one carves an artistic
vocation out of a once joyful avocation, reality
becomes a cruel succubus, strangling the smile, and
murdering the mirage.
Gus, the theater cat,
had snow on its paws the day
I ran out the door.
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