My senior year in college, I played a young Rupert Murdoch in a play directed by one of my friends. The name of the play was "Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey, Part 2, or How We Got America's Most Wanted and The New York Post." (Yes, it is a lengthy title as plays go, I agree.) As boys, Rupert Murdoch and his two brothers compete for admission to boarding school by reciting Wordsworth's poem, however, Rupert ends up in his father's newspaper business instead.
Not only did I get to play a mischievous little BOY who wore his bow tie crooked and messed up his recitation, the director included a musical number so I got to DANCE, too! I really respected the director's choices. I remember some eyebrows raising in response to some of her choices but that IS kind of the point some times, isn't it? Anyway, it was my favorite role and I remember feeling completely "in the moment" during those performances. Man, it just doesn't get much better than that -- being in the moment.
The poem I recited when I played young Rupert Murdoch was "Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey," a poem in which Wordsworth essentially remembers his past experiences, and the memories (and his remembering of them) influence his present moment. He also he seems to think that his present experiences will provide many happy memories for future years.
I'm paraphrasing, OF COURSE, but you get the idea. I hope.
Monday, May 18, 2009
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I love this story! Very appropriate and very charming- just like you!
ReplyDeletelovely, juid!!! and i always have time for reading blogs of friends! i, too, love the memories from that show!
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It's feeling good to join the blogging community - I see you two have already been doing this for a while. Thanks for reading!
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