Wednesday, April 20, 2011

And The Stone Rolls Back Down The Hill

His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
-- Richard II, Act II, Scene 1

Theatre is the phoenix's art: a big burst of passion and it's over -- for a little while, at least.  The cycle continues and continues.  (I wonder if that's why they call it "burnout?")

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