![]() ![]() With some sweet concert to their instruments Tune a deploring dump: the night’s dead silence Will well become such sweet-complaining grievance. Proteus: Say that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart:Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line That may discover such integrity:įor Orpheus’ lute was strung with poets’ sinews,Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,Make tigers tame and huge leviathans Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.Īfter your dire-lamenting elegies,Visit by night your lady’s chamber-window Last but not least, I thank McDonald Harris for encouraging me to write my autobiography, for without that encouragement, this book might not have been written. Most importantly I thank Tom Willet, affectionately known as Wilget, for sharing my creative and personal life for the last 23 years, from installing all the theater seats in the Amargosa Opera House to playing many parts in the twelve stage productions we staged together. Yes, and I thank Tom Williams for bringing me to Death Valley Junction where I began my second life. I thank George Michaelson and Harold Alford for booking me on my first two tours for the University of Minnesota. Thus was launched my program of dance pantomimes. From that challenge came Nat Jerome, a theatrical agent who, when watching me audition all the parts in The Mirror, The Carpet, and The Lemon, encouraged me to work on a one woman show of my own, playing all the parts instead of relying on a company of dancers. ![]() Although he never came up with the money to back the venture, it woke me up to what I could do and the marvelous possibilities that created my Turkish fairytale, The Mirror, The Carpet, and The Lemon. I am even grateful to Sioma Glaser who challenged me to create a dance company based on Oriental scenarios. ![]() I thank my father, Henry Beckett, for exposing me as a four-year-old to the operetta ballet performances and stage presentations which helped me know that theater was the life I wanted and had to have. The Christmas she gave me in Rose Valley was the most beautiful Christmas of my life. I am grateful to my mother, Helen Beckett, for the happy creative childhood I had. ![]()
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