Haiku

Unbalanced Actor Writes Haiku about Performing

Grand practitioner //

Of truth in performing arts //

Rachel Rosenthal //

 

One man didn’t clap //

He must have hated the show //

My work must have stunk //

 

Someone’s not laughing //

Am I saying my lines wrong? //

I’m spoiling the show //

 

Someone is laughing //

This is the funeral scene //

Spinach in my teeth? //

 

Boiling inside me //

LoveFearLustRageHungerJoy  //

Propelled by the script //

 

 

Screenwriter Writes Haiku

I wrote a screenplay//

My brilliant, unique story//

Tits and car crashes //

 

Once. Until. And then //

Danger.  Lose. Reverse.  Then win //

Resolve. Three-act-ku //

 

Now it’s 4 A.M. //

Once more I’ve been up all night //

Writing poetry //

 

Sometimes I write poems //

Non-stop from midnight till dawn //

Some days not a word //

 

 

Actor Writes Haiku about Auditions

Casting for actress //

No experience required //

Need blonde with large breasts //

 

In a corridor //

Doing tongue exercises //

Opera audition //

 

Six other women //

Waiting to read for a role //

All look just like me //

 

I’m sure it’s not cool //

Grovel and beg on my knees //

Please cast me as Leda //

 

You’re too old too tall //

Too brunette or too ethnic //

Your boobs are too small //

 

 

A Bit of Haiku about Other Kinds of Artists

At Cirque du Soleil //

A small girl scared by the clown //

Seared soul, white grimace //

 

Speak it.  Spit it.  Mouth //

Parched with liminal heart’s ache //

Perform defryu //

 

Before I say if //

I like this piece of artwork //

Tell me who did it //

 

Haiku to utter  //

Raku to hold and to touch //

Enoki to crunch //

 

The woven sculpture //

Meant to celebrate marriage //

Instead makes them weep //

 

I dream of Juan Gris //

Every night he haunts my eyes //

With fractured pierrots //

 

Stringing rough diamonds //

Dirty gray polluted ice //

Are those the real thing? //

 

Distracted by nude //

I trip and spill my palette //

Voila abstract art //

 

I used to believe //

Spoken word is not true art //

I used to be wrong //

 

Extravagantly //

Ostentatious luxe glitz shine //

Adorning my throat //

 

Those large oil paintings //

With thick, waxy gobs of paint //

Scream out to be touched //

 

Amazing and dense //

Layered unveiling of art //

ShaSha Higby’s show //

 

I have compulsions //

To endlessly create and //

To destroy it all //

 

Did you ever have //

A ballet coach who told you //

“Stop wasting your time.”? //

 

 

Unbalanced Actor Writes Haiku about The Work

It’s three A. M. //

I’m watching French 30’s films //

I’m sobbing out loud //

 

Story creation //

Has its own life processes //

Which we must respect //

 

Beginning and end //

With rehearsal in between //

To discover truth //

 

A character is built //

In order to engage with //

Another person //

 

Seed must reach flower //

Character must be performed //

For an audience //

 

Creation must peak //

Rehearsal without filming  //

Is chase without catch //

 

Anything less than //

Celluloid resolution  //

Disorders balance //

 

Never in my life //

Have I been so much in love //

Cut!  I hate his guts //

 

You have to love cheese //

More than anything in life //

Dairy commercial //

 

Dressing room.  Sobbing. //

Darling, what happened to you? //

Back off; I’m working //

 

I did love you then //

In my tongue and ovaries //

During rehearsal //

 

Sensitive reader //

Of the slightest physical //

Manifestation //

 

You make me feel sad //

What does your body tell you //

He makes me feel sad //

 

 

Actor Writes Haiku about Being in The Zone

Text has no meaning //

What is your body saying //

To your scene partner? //

 

Fiction becomes truth //

In the character’s desire //

The actor is lost //

 

Skinned raw down to nerves //

Sensitive to the slightest //

All shutters open //

 

Your body instrument //

Madmen falling off a cliff //

Zen of the moment //

 

Life but yet dreamlike //

Consequences, desires //

Watch yourself perform //

 

We were in the zone //

Floating over the sound stage //

Ephemeral-real //

 

Never do I feel //

So alive and connected //

As when I’m on set //

 

 

Unbalanced Actor Writes Haiku about Career

You are an actor //

But you’re not a movie star //

So what are you, huh? //

 

Toothpaste commercial //

Or summer Shakespeare…hmm… //

Which one pays the rent? //

 

My art or my rent? //

Why must I choose only one? //

Capitalism. //

 

Some people mistake //

Fame for artistic talent //

Not the same at all //

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