I keep trying to reinvent myself as a playwright. I read art theory and I go "Ohhh, that sounds cool." And then I try it out and I have a little success. (Success meaning I wrote something I'm happy with.) But then I try and continue on in that vain and I find myself stuck... and miserable... and frustrated.
These theories are fine and fun, but they aren't me. I continue to find myself returning to comedy. Aristophanes, Shaw, the Marx Brothers. Harold Ramus, Mel Brooks. And all the comedians; Bill Cosby, Sarah Silverman, Robert Klein, Mary Tyler Moore, George Carlin, Tina Fey, Monty Python...
I let my pretensions get in the way of my work. I'm going to try and accept who I am.
I make jokes. I like making jokes. I'm good at making jokes.
Yes, sometimes I will write something "deep" and "pithy." But until that inspiration comes along, I will write jokes.
The other stuff, all that art theory crap, I'm sure will find a way to creep into the jokes, but I'm going to try and stop forcing it and just go with the flow.
* http://joannematthews.ideastap.com/Project/0f1402e0-0b9f-4ae5-860a-a098017fd59e/a-benchmark-in-post-capitalism (as I recall, this came from the May '68 French "Revolution" originally.)
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