Posted in My Poetry/ Prose, tagged actors, all is fair in love and war, baldwin, choices, death, decisions, faith, hope, husband and wife, judgment, life is short, lifes battles, loss, love, lovers, men and women, play act, poems, poetry, sorrow, the baldwin poet, theatre, tragedy on April 21, 2012| 1 Comment »
I wanted to tell you that I love you
– But I lost
The time, the chance
– The moment
When it would have been right
When it would have made sense
To throw caution to the wind and live
– In happiness
No problems, no judgments, no dwelling on the past
There is no mistake
– Only what we do and what we don’t do
Choices make a life
– Choices and breathing
But now it’s too late
– You’ve taken your last breath
And our time has run out
The play has ended
– Third act, scene three.
Copyright © LC 2012
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Posted in Tom Hardy - Actor, tagged baldwin, band of brothers, best actor, dark knight rises, drama, east sheen, england, hottest actor, inception, london, oscar, poet, poetry, recovery, the take, theatre, this means war, tom hardy, tom hardy actor, warrior, wuthering heights on December 19, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Knowing all that has changed in what’s considered to be the movie world today, with every new face getting their 15 minutes of fame and movies being on screen one week and then the shelf or Netflixed the next, it sort of takes the “legend” out of film making and it is clear to see that the term “actor” – which means “one who acts” – is a term thrown around quite loosely. I would think even Shakespeare would be taken aback to see who is claiming the title for practicing his craft. Many practice, but few can gain. Categorizing personas into the term “actor” has become willy, nilly. It appears that all one has to do is simply show up in a movie and poof they are an “actor”. However, the term itself connotates not only “one who acts” but “one who can act”. And one who “can act” in every true sense of the word is Edward Tom Hardy. Watching him act makes you feel “alive” – in every true sense of the word. He loses himself within the roll to become the character he is portraying, but more than portray, he steps aside within himself to let the character enter in. His scenes provoke something deep within all of us and make us feel alive, so much so that we remember there is blood running through our veins. The rolls he commands, he becomes and that is what an actor does. He becomes the role – to the point of truth, of belief – to cause us, his audience, to lose ourselves within the scene right along with him – lost in the passion, the emotion, the feeling of being human. All the while unraveling those deep seated complexities of our human psyche, be they the most insidious things we deny ourselves, or the most tear out your soul to remember why you’re alive love scenes such as in Wuthering Heights. Edward Tom Hardy is it – an “actor”, in every true sense of the word – and he is what real legends are made of.
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