The culmination
Since the beginning of my vacation, my first week of vacation since I was hired a year ago and a half, I once wrote in this space. It will make a second. Is this an attempt to prove that the job keeps me from writing here or pure coincidence? Who knows? I need time and space to write. Or maybe having to give up and do it with. Who knows? The end of this week off me anxious. A friend wrote several years ago that the vacation is like a little straw they give you a moment to breathe. I found the image very strong and just. I listen to Diamanda Galas
trying to write my work pedagogy. I do not deny that, all I am happy to dispose freely of my time for a week (freely, that is to say according to my wishes), it is still difficult to reconcile the re ; Drafting Committee to work with theater pedagogy. Like a lot usually the theory. Pedagogy exception. But the practice is my passion. So you have what it takes.
The truth is that I prefer these days to spend my days feed me by reading poetry. I'm not a big reader of poetry. However, the scene in which we play Amelia and I put myself in a state where I would bury the body and soul in poetry for all the days preceding the representation tation. As would be sweet to listen to music and read poetry every day and be on stage tonight. Of course, who would not want such a life? Many people I know! But who would not want to spend every day at what makes him feel alive? Perhaps those who have lost or been robbed of the ability even to feel alive ...
Oh if I was able to organize my time! Ah, if I had time to organize! I could have lived this dream for a few days ...
Fortunately, I saw an even more important: working side by side, or rather face to face with my beloved every day for a week! In addition to knowing this incredible opportunity to participate in a theater project with him.
I'm feeling a little melancholy today. Tonight is my last performance. Already
