Girl Ray

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 21:58:00 +0000

We have all eaten something we shouldn’t have. And now it eats us.

Penny Dreadful
Bryan Enk

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 21:38:00 +0000

Only from the heart can you touch the sky

Rumi

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 21:34:00 +0000

but i love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

~ pablo neruda ~

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 21:24:00 +0000

'In the night we shall go in
up to the trembling firmament,
and your little hands and mine
will steal the stars.'

~ Pablo Neruda ~

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 21:18:00 +0000

'maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles; and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

...For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea~'

~ ee cummings

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 20:45:00 +0000

"I can't forget and I never will
you smiled at me and from nothing something came.
Now the world is new to me again
I will remember still
you smiled at me
& now I dream a dream of good."

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 02:11:00 +0000

Us
Friday night
in what's left of the East Village
We've paid $12 for the art
and $2 for the PBR
The cookie at the end of the show was free
And the performer melting the ice cream cone
with the hair dryer?
Well that was priceless

Being Me

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 02:27:00 +0000

I grew up not just in a small town. The welcoming sign actually said "The village of." I went through all my school years with the same people. When there were budget cuts, theater was the first thing to go. A few years ago, they actually demolished the stage. Don't get me started.

My parents, whom I love, were teachers. I had my mother for eighth grade English. Being a teacher's daughter, and the first born, I was little miss perfectionist. I stayed in the lines when coloring, etc., etc. It wasn't a place where one was encouraged to embrace one's quirks.

When I went away to college, I was so excited to figure out who I was, outside of my little town. To walk around, and not have everyone know me and everything about me. To not be the big fish. And then I found the stage, and I went back to being in the spotlight again.

I like the me I turned out to be. It was a struggle. But I've had some good times. Auditions are always brutal. But I like acting and being another character other than myself. Someone more shy, more bold, more lucky, more unlucky.

I think my confidence level has always been a roller coaster throughout my life, depending on who I'm surrounded by, and how comfortable I feel. And I recently had pointed out by my acting teacher that where I shrink back today is in the agent interview we were practicing in class. I attempted to answer the questions as perfectly as I could, smiling politely. And the next class, she was giving us feedback, and she said, "I'm sorry, but I completely forgot our interview. You are very lovely and interesting but you were not interesting in this exercise at all. You have got to stop acting like the little librarian." Of course, she was right. And I don't always do it. But sometimes I am so scared of saying the wrong thing that I don't say much at all. You try answering the question, "So, tell me about yourself"!

I am so much more than the girl from the Midwest who wanted to be an actress.

Bring on the Onions

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 02:04:00 +0000

As an actor, a part of the job is to be "emotionally available." Growing up, I remember riding the school bus and this girl showed me how she could make herself cry. It was pretty cool!

But being an adult, living in this city, I for one, hold everything in in my daily life. I put up walls so as to not be affected. The emotion I probably show most is anger/frustration, especially in the daily commute to 34th Street. And that makes me sad. I want to be compassionate but it's not easy when you're pushed and shoved and you're lugging the world around in your pocketbook. I always think of the film "The Pianist" and how Adrian Brody nobly walked through the crowds in Nazi Germany - so much compassion.

I read a poem at my grandfather's funeral. I held it together, "performance-perfect." Then I sat back down and cried. When I saw my chiropractor back in New York who'd seen me through the year leading up to his death, she'd asked how everything went. I said, "We held it together pretty well." And she was like, "Why? Why would you not sob and get it all out the one time in life when it counts?" Public displays of emotion are frowned upon where I come from, I said.

Yesterday I read sides with my girlfriend at work for her on-camera class. She was playing a character who'd been raped and she started to cry a bit when we were reading through to go over the lines. She was so connected, so "there."

When I was in college, I remember being in a play, and the director wanted me to come out with tears streaming down my face. I didn't deliver. I didn't know how. I like to think I'm much more trained now than I was then, but I haven't really been called to do something like that since. You never know when you'll need your "tricks."

Sometimes I cry at movies. I cried at the end of "La Vie En Rose." But what really chokes me up are awards shows. Seeing people win awards in theater, tv and film. Knowing what it took for most of them to get there. It kills me. It's hard to make art. And it's even harder to "sell" it. But when you get to be a part of something truly great, there really is nothing like it.

Bring on the onions.

Life with Dog

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Fri, 22 Aug 2008 18:54:00 +0000

We dog sat twice this summer. Once on a weekend, and another time during the week. Her name is Lexi, and she is a terrier mix that looks just like Toto. I love her! And I like taking her for walks. Morning is my favorite time, when I have the most energy and the day is still pure. And it's v. nice to be out then. We walked the Promenade along the East River, which overlooks the east side of Manhattan and the bridges. "Don't Worry, Be Happy" popped into my head and I couldn't help but smile and hum away!

I also got to talk with many people in the nabe, both dog walkers and non dog walkers, who stopped to talk to me because of dear Lexi. One of the questions they always asked (if they had a dog themselves) was, "Is she friendly?" I thought, wow, I would love to be able to find that out about most people in life beforehand!

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 23:40:00 +0000

I am folding your underwear
(because I care)
I am your wife
And this is our life
(just kidding!)

Lighting

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 02:35:00 +0000

Reminding you ... to remind myself.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do ... And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

Marianne Williamson

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 03:03:00 +0000

She kept the old trench coat
for sentimental reasons

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 03:02:00 +0000

She decided to wear comfortable shoes

to the very uncomfortable event

A favorite

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 02:49:00 +0000

The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep

{Frost}

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 02:48:00 +0000

She may have been half drunk,
but she was also half right

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 15:34:00 +0000

Old gentleman in bow tie
walking Dalmation
down Seventh Avenue
Mr. Osgood -
wish I knew you.

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Mon, 26 May 2008 03:07:00 +0000

Chocolate pudding
Graham crackers
Peanut butter on toast
You must know
That I love you the most

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Mon, 26 May 2008 03:06:00 +0000

This spring it's cold
And you feel old
Run around
Then you'll be busy and warm-er

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Mon, 26 May 2008 03:05:00 +0000

Midnight
Stale crackers
Dirty dishes in the sink
Maybe I will sleep through
the day tomorrow

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:53:00 +0000

your poems r kool
u should sell them on ebay

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:51:00 +0000

Happiness Check:
Are you eating potato chips at your computer?

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:50:00 +0000

God, please don't let my final destination be New Jersey.

Sorry, but ...

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:34:00 +0000

I love you more
on vacation
than when we are home
scrambling for alarm clocks

noreply@blogger.com (Girl Ray) — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:32:00 +0000

Plastic blondes
Entertainment Tonight
Is that really
What you want?