Thanks to you, I have a job today.
Thanks to you, maybe 20% of the actors in live theatre are
able to sustain careers. Your existence is the closest thing we have going towards
an “Actor Full Employment Act.”
Thanks to you, perhaps, the live theatre exists as a going
concern… as something other than a relentless parade of musicals.
Thanks to you, perhaps, the English language exists as a
going concern. 450 or so years ago, you gave us a language upon which we could
hang our hats. Words that cemented thoughts in place… Thoughts that cemented
characters in place… characters that cemented ideas in place… Ideas that put a
frame around life as we have known it for 400 or so years.
Today I got to recite a bunch of words to an audience that
DID NOT CARE that they had been spoken a million times before. I got to pretend
that I was the first guy who ever thought of phrasing these ideas this
particular way… and the audience laughed and gasped and sighed as if they were
the first audience that ever heard these particular words… understood these
particular thoughts… recognized these particular characters or grasped those
particular ideas. They put a frame around life that was unimaginable before
those lights came up, and that moment realized itself.
And they walked out tonight understanding themselves better,
having seen a perfect deceit, witnessed a perfect murder, battled a perfect
enemy, mocked a perfect fool, scorned a perfect knave.
The nature of these “perfections,” realizing a particular
character, or a particular trait or foible brings these plays into a space in
which they resonate with the collective unconscious.
Hamlet may be a single character, but he has come to
represent all indecision and ambivalence, just as Othello has come to represent
all all-consuming jealousy, Macbeth all “vaulting ambition,” R&J all
“star-crossed lovers,” Bottom all ham actors…
These people live so close to the collective unconscious,
embodying a prototypical ideal, that one wonders whether, had there been no
Shakespeare (or whatever his name was), would we not have created these
characters all over again by ourselves… assuming that the theatre of this
alternate universe had survived the creation of the movies, TV or the internet.
I think we would have tried… but I suspect our labors might
have more closely resembled the infinite number of monkeys with their infinite
number of typewriters trying to bang out “King Lear.”
So… thanks, Shakespeare…! That alternate universe is nowhere
near as good as the one that you helped us to realize.
