Shawn L. Bird

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poem- performance art July 22, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:24 pm
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I know,

that sometimes my performance faltered.

I reached down or up for notes that would not be seized.

I fumbled  at times with pitch, tune, entrances, but

every time

I believed.

I believed I was selling crumbs to birds

who were going to die horrible deaths

without them.

I believed that every person

within the sound of my voice should buy

just a small bag for the ‘ungry young ones.

My voice trembled with my belief, as I gazed out at the faces,

beseeching each and every one to part with a tuppence.

.

You believed.

Stranger, how you clung to my arm,

when me met on the sidewalk, months later,

eager to tell me how you’d heard my voice

in your head weeks afterwards.  How beautiful it was.

How it made you wept.

I, who knew every vocal fault,

struggled to believe

that my believing,

had been enough to reach past my inadequacy.

Thank you

for reminding me,

it’s the only thing that connects

in the end.

.

birdwoman

Image (c) Evan Buhler used with permission. “Feed the Birds”. Mary Poppins Shuswap Theatre 2016.

Me, being The Bird Woman November-December 2016.  

I met a fan of the show yesterday and struggled once again to come to terms with the fact that our art has its own life and power.  It can transcend us to speak poignant messages to receptive ears.

 

poem-audition August 26, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:45 pm
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A sudden idea

A lyric check

Practicing belting in tune

over

and

over.

Yeah.

I think I can do it.

So I’m heading off

to my first audition

in 33 years.

Let’s hope my broken ankle

was adequate preparation

to return to the stage.

 

poem- critics July 24, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:39 am
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The ground squirrels have been offering endless entertainment

Daily theatre of gamboling fun with whistle accompaniment.

First I saw a lady with a  trap

Then all the ground squirrels were gone.

End of the play.

Critics are deadly.

 

reminding yourself of who you are November 25, 2011

Filed under: Commentary,Reading,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:13 pm
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“You can spend a bit of yourself when you give yourself to a character. At the end of a job, you have to remind yourself who and what you are.”

Richard Armitage.

When I’ve been involved in musical productions, it’s always been depressing the first day after the show closes to find yourself again. Those with romantic roles tend to find themselves a little in love with their show paramour for awhile. The rest of the cast tends to wander about dazedly wondering what they’re going to do to fill their days now.

I’ve written previously about this feeling when emerging out of a particularly in depth literary immersion.  I think this is true when you are a writer, as well. When you are wrapped up tightly in your in your alternate world, it can be a difficult transition to return to the mundane realities.

What power has the imagination to fuel such alternate visions, and to put them all into our heads.  We carry our own ‘holodecks’ of possibility.  We can create our own world of romance, joy, and comedy.  We can create our own horror drama.  How important it is to make the best choice, to make our lives the best we can imagine them to be!  If reality doesn’t suit, we can imagine a better life.

 

 
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