“So, too, a person need only step onto a stage to become purely frontal, to lose his backside and have it replaced with a backstage. It is a back room that he can never enter, but must circle endlessly.”
from Behind This Curtain… I too have been thinking about the stage, the way it frames things in two dimensions, the way it restricts not only our view as audience but as performers too. I’ve been thinking about that portable stage we carry with us, always on demand—the smile. There is always something behind the smile. A backstage as such, where things other than that stretch of saccharin are left to wait, perhaps to be used as props or scenery at some later date… We—our selves—are left outside/offstage, neither back nor on nor front of house. Indeed, we are left circling the yard as the smile plays on without us.