Jun
1
the empty space
Dan Rogers directs theater (and sometimes writes about it)
Apr
25
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But what does that mean? What is inspiration? I was there the night Mario Chalmers hit a long jump shot, the night Usain Bolt disappeared into a blur, the day Tiger Woods chipped in on the 16th green at Augusta. I was there when Kerri Strug landed on one leg, when Pete Sampras vomited and won, when David Tyree pressed the football against his helmet, when Michael Phelps won his eighth gold medal. Inspiring? Certainly. All of it.
Except … these bits of inspiration are wrapped in a minor chord. Inspiration in these cases means to be animated with a powerful emotion. I felt chills. I was overcome by wonder. My feelings soared. I wanted to stand and shout. That’s inspiration, sure, but there’s another meaning of inspiration, a bigger meaning. Sometimes, at its grandest, inspiration actually inspires us — to do something, to be something, to reach for something bigger and deeper and higher within ourselves.
How often does real inspiration happen in sports?
” Joe Blogs: The Biggest Winner
Apr
24
“You know somebody has been sucked into the competitive myopia when they start using sports or war metaphors. Sports and war are competitive enterprises. If somebody hits three home runs against you in the top of the inning, your job is to go hit four home runs in the bottom of the inning. But business, politics, intellectual life and most other realms are not like that. In most realms, if somebody hits three home runs against you in one inning, you have the option of picking up your equipment and inventing a different game. You don’t have to compete; you can invent.”
The Creative Monopoly - NYTimes.com
Apr
20
“Each time Uncle Vanya speaks of dashed hopes, eat a handful of curds and peas. Whenever a gunshot is heard offstage, finish your beer.” — Chekhov, from S. Shchukin, Memoirs, (1911)”
McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: Lesser-Known Chekovian Techniques.
(via bunnygallo)
Apr
16
“I had terrible writer’s block, so he told me to just write the worst play I could possibly imagine.” Young Jean Lee in conversation with Sarah Benson.
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