Nothing In Theatre Has Any Meaning Before

The Work Of Rehearsal Is Looking For Meaning And Then Making It Meaningful.

Shakespeare Doesn't Belong To The Past. If His Material Is Valid, It Is Valid Now. It's Like Coal. The Only Meaningfulness Of A Piece Of Coal Starts And Finishes With Its Combustion, Giving Us Light And Heat. And That To Me Is Shakespeare.

Theatres, Actors, Critics And Public Are Interlocked In A Machine That Creaks But Never Stops. There Is Always A New Season In Hand And We Are To Busy To Ask The Only Vital Question Which Measures The Whole Structure. Why Theatre At All? What For? Is It An Anachronism, A Superannuated Oddity? Surviving Like An Old Monument Or A Quaint Custom? Why Do We Applaud And What? Has The Stage A Real Place In Our Lives? What Function Can It Have? What Could It Serve? What Could It Explore? What Are Its Special Properties?

The Work Of A Director Can Be Summed Up In Two Very Simple Words. Why And How.

An Icon Painter Starts Not With Jesus Christ But By Finding Earth And Rubbing. Now What Is Earth, What Are You Rubbing In Directing?