So...its warm once again in Champaign, Illinois.
Central Illinois. Flowers blooming, trees greening.
It's sunny.
I deposited my Master's thesis today. I'm done. I have an M.A. in Theatre from the University of Illinois. YES! Thank goodness.
April is Sexual Assault Awareness month. I'm performing in a show regarding said issues. It's always an emotional rollercoaster that I go on when I perform this show...but I know it is a good thing to be doing for society.
I'm engaged. In love. And getting married, soon. I can't wait!
I'm going to head to a poetry writing workshop on Thursday, which I am also excited about!
Way to just list everything I'm up to.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Here, with you.
4.11.2008 Here, with you.
We spend a lot of time,
preparing.
For things in the future
and living for the days to come
But we need to be here today,
live for today,
experience now,
and love this moment.
I turn to you,
and speak,
I love being here,
with you .
Kevin M. Reader
We spend a lot of time,
preparing.
For things in the future
and living for the days to come
But we need to be here today,
live for today,
experience now,
and love this moment.
I turn to you,
and speak,
I love being here,
with you .
Kevin M. Reader
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
3.25.2008
i got here about ten
i was thinking about taking a shower....
but the bathroom was occupied.
i laid awake in this half dreary state awaiting an alarm to rouse me from my sleep
i'm poetic this morning
i'm in love this morning
dash it all
i'm in love every morning
you're always in a half dreary state
mmmmmmmmmmm
lately yes
Kevin M. Reader
i was thinking about taking a shower....
but the bathroom was occupied.
i laid awake in this half dreary state awaiting an alarm to rouse me from my sleep
i'm poetic this morning
i'm in love this morning
dash it all
i'm in love every morning
you're always in a half dreary state
mmmmmmmmmmm
lately yes
Kevin M. Reader
Ring a ding ding
Well,
It's that time of the year again. April fool's day. I really feel like making a prank or something along those lines, but I'm coming up short for good ideas. That's alright though. However, joking aside the following things are true:
I recently went to California.
While there I proposed to Amanda!
We set a date: July 26, 2008.
Friday is my birthday: I'll be a quarter of a century old.
We're going to have a party at my apartment.
I put up my master's thesis play last thursday/friday. It was really well recieved, now all I have to do is actually finish the writing portion of it.
Malignant Humor 2008 just wrapped up, Potted Meat and Spicy Clamato performed. We were a smashing success.
There's about a million things that I could write and express right now.
Europe is still on. Amanda and I are headed to London on June 3rd to July 15th. So that doesn't leave too much time to get everything done for our wedding, which will be 11 days after we return. We're focused, in love, and dedicated to making it all happen.
It's that time of the year again. April fool's day. I really feel like making a prank or something along those lines, but I'm coming up short for good ideas. That's alright though. However, joking aside the following things are true:
I recently went to California.
While there I proposed to Amanda!
We set a date: July 26, 2008.
Friday is my birthday: I'll be a quarter of a century old.
We're going to have a party at my apartment.
I put up my master's thesis play last thursday/friday. It was really well recieved, now all I have to do is actually finish the writing portion of it.
Malignant Humor 2008 just wrapped up, Potted Meat and Spicy Clamato performed. We were a smashing success.
There's about a million things that I could write and express right now.
Europe is still on. Amanda and I are headed to London on June 3rd to July 15th. So that doesn't leave too much time to get everything done for our wedding, which will be 11 days after we return. We're focused, in love, and dedicated to making it all happen.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Out and about
I sent an email to my uncle, and in the tag line, I wrote Coming Out.
Turns out the email was all about how Amanda and I are going to Cali to visit him. He pointed out in the email that I only used pronouns, and alluded to how I wanted to make her an everlasting partner. Which is just befuddling! He then said, there's only one letter difference between a he and a she.
I laughed.
I love Gay Rights. I'm teching a show entitled Open Season, and Marga Gomez is Pretty Witty and Gay right now. It explores queer identities and issues.
Sometimes I fear I'm not PC enough, and then I call someone out for using the term gay in a derogatory way, as in someone saying "That's gay." And then I think, I just said, I call someone out. Double entendre...?
Dunno, but I'm pretty sure I spelled that last word wrong.
I'm eating some Tex Mex that my lovely co-worker brought in. Black beans, chicken, beef, rice, chips, the works. The greatest ten minutes of my day thus far for sure!
Turns out the email was all about how Amanda and I are going to Cali to visit him. He pointed out in the email that I only used pronouns, and alluded to how I wanted to make her an everlasting partner. Which is just befuddling! He then said, there's only one letter difference between a he and a she.
I laughed.
I love Gay Rights. I'm teching a show entitled Open Season, and Marga Gomez is Pretty Witty and Gay right now. It explores queer identities and issues.
Sometimes I fear I'm not PC enough, and then I call someone out for using the term gay in a derogatory way, as in someone saying "That's gay." And then I think, I just said, I call someone out. Double entendre...?
Dunno, but I'm pretty sure I spelled that last word wrong.
I'm eating some Tex Mex that my lovely co-worker brought in. Black beans, chicken, beef, rice, chips, the works. The greatest ten minutes of my day thus far for sure!
My Thesis, is coming along
Here's the beginnings of a detailed description of my staging process:
I went through a very rigorous process of trying to inform myself about this piece before I ever thought I wanted to stage it. I spent a semester working on an independent study project that focused on the contemporary literature in Mexico. What started off as an overall look at identity in Mayan literature, refocused itself to the discussion and analysis of many perceived feminist Mayan plays.
I found this play hidden in an anthology of many others. At times it seemed disjointed with mixed messages. After reading it through a number of times, I began to fall in love with it. So, I took a risk and asked my department if I could focus my thesis around a production. They stepped behind me in full support. So, I began taking the script with me wherever I went. Coffeehouses, parties, bars, bathrooms, car rides, doctor’s offices. This play hasn’t left my side or mind since I picked it up in the fall of 2007. Luckily, with the deposit of this thesis, I can finally put it to rest. However, there are a few key moments that I decided to engage other people with this play as to help inform me about all its idiosyncrasies. I held four separate staged readings of this play before I held auditions. There is more to come on that later. The first was a rough read through with some friends, in which we laughed at how poorly some of their pronunciations were. The next step was to invite some people out to read through this play who didn’t know me or the script as well as others. With the advent of technology, emails, and facebook postings, I was able to compile a group of ten people to read through this script with me. We sat for about an hour after its reading discussing vision, themes and characters. This was a very helpful brain storming session for me. After that, I decided to explore more. I wanted to know how audiences who have little to zero knowledge of Mayan culture would interpret this play. I wanted a more innocent view. So, I decided to take this play into a High School. With two separate Junior Honor’s English classes I managed to squeeze in two cold staged readings with them. I also spent much of that same day reading Romeo and Juliet with the Freshmen English classes that allowed me to dazzle them and expose them the lighter side of Shakespeare. Although, hardly theatrical, these students provided me with the insights of what should be drawn out of this piece, how to capture a bit of innocence in its seemingly hopeless world and how to make it clearer for my audiences.
I went through a very rigorous process of trying to inform myself about this piece before I ever thought I wanted to stage it. I spent a semester working on an independent study project that focused on the contemporary literature in Mexico. What started off as an overall look at identity in Mayan literature, refocused itself to the discussion and analysis of many perceived feminist Mayan plays.
I found this play hidden in an anthology of many others. At times it seemed disjointed with mixed messages. After reading it through a number of times, I began to fall in love with it. So, I took a risk and asked my department if I could focus my thesis around a production. They stepped behind me in full support. So, I began taking the script with me wherever I went. Coffeehouses, parties, bars, bathrooms, car rides, doctor’s offices. This play hasn’t left my side or mind since I picked it up in the fall of 2007. Luckily, with the deposit of this thesis, I can finally put it to rest. However, there are a few key moments that I decided to engage other people with this play as to help inform me about all its idiosyncrasies. I held four separate staged readings of this play before I held auditions. There is more to come on that later. The first was a rough read through with some friends, in which we laughed at how poorly some of their pronunciations were. The next step was to invite some people out to read through this play who didn’t know me or the script as well as others. With the advent of technology, emails, and facebook postings, I was able to compile a group of ten people to read through this script with me. We sat for about an hour after its reading discussing vision, themes and characters. This was a very helpful brain storming session for me. After that, I decided to explore more. I wanted to know how audiences who have little to zero knowledge of Mayan culture would interpret this play. I wanted a more innocent view. So, I decided to take this play into a High School. With two separate Junior Honor’s English classes I managed to squeeze in two cold staged readings with them. I also spent much of that same day reading Romeo and Juliet with the Freshmen English classes that allowed me to dazzle them and expose them the lighter side of Shakespeare. Although, hardly theatrical, these students provided me with the insights of what should be drawn out of this piece, how to capture a bit of innocence in its seemingly hopeless world and how to make it clearer for my audiences.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
it fell upon this paper, a muddied river
2.13.2008 [at eaps]
it fell upon this paper, a muddied river
and with each lettered word
that falls upon this paper,
I spell response
I respond to life that
calls out to me and I
am flooded with whispers
before me lay
a muddied river that flows
stronger than any wind that blows
the river that leads and ends
with some unknown destination
I built this raft to ride upon
I gave myself this single oar
from the river’s source I am carried
with only a pole to guide me
as I near the rivers end
the water becomes clear
and the water becomes salty
the sun shines bright
I, with my bleached shirt
waves splash upon my raft
I, with my salty hair
the ocean before me is vast
I, with my single oar
my raft is tightly bound
as the oar turns to mast
and shirt fashioned into sail
the muddied river lay behind me
and I call back,
flooding her with whispers
for each lettered word
that fell upon this paper,
I spelled response.
Kevin M. Reader
it fell upon this paper, a muddied river
and with each lettered word
that falls upon this paper,
I spell response
I respond to life that
calls out to me and I
am flooded with whispers
before me lay
a muddied river that flows
stronger than any wind that blows
the river that leads and ends
with some unknown destination
I built this raft to ride upon
I gave myself this single oar
from the river’s source I am carried
with only a pole to guide me
as I near the rivers end
the water becomes clear
and the water becomes salty
the sun shines bright
I, with my bleached shirt
waves splash upon my raft
I, with my salty hair
the ocean before me is vast
I, with my single oar
my raft is tightly bound
as the oar turns to mast
and shirt fashioned into sail
the muddied river lay behind me
and I call back,
flooding her with whispers
for each lettered word
that fell upon this paper,
I spelled response.
Kevin M. Reader
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