a play in a play, an aged actor addresses the audience's audience

a play in a play, an aged actor addresses the audience's audience

fiction
Edward w Pritchard

edit 4/ repost and update new material

Part 1

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Thursday, June 13, 2013

aged actor, still on stage after his lines are done/ edit 2

the world as a stage

fiction
edward w pritchard

The world as a stage and I stumble about without a script.
My part long since over I can't find a way through the curtains.
Once at 10AM I played the young gentleman to be,
Standing center stage for a moment I put my arm around the waist of a proper bride.
Then fashions changed, tastes came and went and time crept forward.
Now it's 10PM and I watch myself still on stage repeating my 10AM gentleman to be lines.
Thousands of small dramas occur simultaneously about me by other players as the audience takes five, waiting for order to return to the theatre.
I walk about upstage, upstage with the other finished actors,
circling, circling , waiting for my next cue.
I'll take one last look back at the young gentleman and his timeless bride, before the director clears me from the stage.
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part 2

Like Hamlet in the play within the play scene with Hamlet stopping the performance to speak to the hired actors performing the play his Uncle the Murderer watches; I must speak solo voice while still on stage after my part is finished to the audience of the audience within the play of life discussed by myself the author above.  

It's a might confusing I am sure but think of it this way, we watch others who watch others performing the play of life.

We can only stay until the performance is finished. We don't know when it is our time to leave the theater. Why then should we be the universal audience just watching the same theatric conventions presented night after night until we are suddenly removed forcibly from the theater?

Act with vitality, get up and leave the theater immediately. Find out what is outside of the Globe theater here in post Elizabethan England.  London bustles with activity. Don't sit and watch in the penny seats hooting and snorting. Don't study at University the psychology of how Portia's desire to be a man dominated the theory of justice she presented to medieval Venice.

The time has come to put aside what Shakespeare the world's greatest identifier of the human personality thinks and to act our own lives. This isn't a rehearsal and we are not an audience watching the audience watch a five act play.

I have lost my script. Hand me your program please. What act and scene are we in and what are my lines if you please. I wish to present my part with significant vitality and gusto and to reveal myself psychologically imploding while arguing with myself upstage left as I grow into the oddest but memorable character in Western theater.