of Actors, Prostitutes, and Illusions.

A recent conversation about illusions and the people who conjure them filled my humble bunk this afternoon. Pillows squashed, blankets in disarray, a mouth pouted, and everybody involved was feeling the heat of the “argument”.

A discussion on illusions created by actors and prostitutes, so intense that it made the popcorn pop…except that there is no popcorn around.

A good actor can get angry at will on stage even if he is at the prime of his life — driving a fast car, with a beautiful girlfriend, and a chest of, not money, but gold nuggets to feed his ferocious appetite for adventure and excitement. Even if he is, at the moment,the happiest idiot there is…and mind you, this idiot need not be dumb – but that is beside the point.

But when the lights turn on, and as the curtains go up, on the polished wooden floor of the theater stage he poses, times his breathing, concentrates his aura, and lets out a roar, that only angry heathens with broken hearts can let out.

The audience, taken by surprise, their eyes, round in anticipation, hearts beating fast with excitement, fearing the worst, and curious like cats— what will this actor do next? They are fastened to their seats, almost not breathing, and definitely not blinking so as to not miss anything that’s going to happen.

and the prostitute?
no stage for them. but just the same… on the pavement, she poses,
times her breathing in a rhythm that summons up mock courage.
She effortlessly appears to create an aura that she will always be available…for the right offer, of course.

unlike the actors on stage, she has no screenwriters to polish her script, no make-up artist to blush her cheeks…but then again, her roles do not demand such extravagance.

For the right price, she can play the role of a doting, motherly girlfriend, a dominant vixen, and even a naive, schoolgirl virgin.

Both actors and prostitutes give life to the illusions of other people…
actors animate the writer’s story, prostitutes work on the need of the clients’ illusion to be “loved”.

So yes, both are the same…but both are different too.

The actor’s audience, expect to see a new world on stage, knowing at the back of the their mind, the the actor is not really his character.
They get amazed, they laugh, they cry, depending on the actor’s talent.
They criticize bad actors according to their act and love the best ones upon their perfect delivery of their lines.
But actors do not closely interact with their audiences, in a way a prostitute does.
Actors make up the illusion of make-believe but there has always been a clear, though it may not be a strong line between them and those who watch.
The reviews of their acts are primarily centered on their act.
They also become actors to fulfill themselves, they become actors because they know they can move the audience, and if not, they do training to achieve this.

But prostitutes do not train to become good prostitutes…They just get used to it.
If they offend a client, they are bashed and treated shamelessly, insulted and embarrassed to the core of their being.
To the men who rent them by the hour, who come shamelessly with offers of money to lure them into seduction, they are not seen as actors on stage are.
They make a fantasy and fulfill the illusion of the client to his satisfaction, but their curtains do not fall down.
Actors who are named David, assume their real names at the end of their play…Prostitutes are seen prostitutes even if they are not on the pavement anymore.
Prostitutes moan for the pleasure of their clients in bed. Those moans may not be real, but those moments of being touched and entered and even “violated” are not fantasy per se. The clients subject them to real actions pretending that it is a play. After all, they paid the ticket to heaven.

Am I making sense?
The actors change characters and his illusions evolve to satisfy the audience, and after a great performance, to satisfy themselves.
On the other hand the prostitutes only have one for themselves…the illusion of freedom. That they can do whatever they want to the client to satisfy him as long as the price is right.

The actor’s audience come to see what is in store for them.
The prostitute’s clients come with their fantasy expecting it to become real for a few moments at a price they can afford.

The audience looks. The clients invade.
The audience anticipates. The prostitutes’ clients aggressively take a step forward.
The audience do not know the roles and the lines. The clients dictate it.

Can you say they are of the same?
That they live an illusory life that is brittle, shallow and maybe somewhat superficial?
Does that make the actor’s life shallow and brittle and the prostitute’s meaningful?
—-I don’t think so.
Does that make the other better than the latter.
—-I don’t know.

Yes, they create illusions for themselves and for their audiences.
But aren’t we all, in one way or another, become actors and whores at some point of our lives for various causes and reasons,
be it wrong or right? < —but that is beside the point, huh? And what’s with the illusions? are they really “not real”? If it is a make-believe that someone can concoct, isn’t the fact that it can be concocted, make it so much more a part of reality than not?

Except that the first acts it, the other lives it.
The end…or maybe not.

2 Responses

  1. Tomas May 3, 2010 / 7:22 am

    Your wonderful post freed me from myself. Thank you for the help to avoid the traps of illusions on a road towards the dream. Your words enabled me to glimpse at my being as at the acts of a prostitute and thus ashamed me and humbled and filled with the gratitude to you for this priceless warning.
    While talking about the eternities, I factually talked about my own works and thus spotted the purity of my heavenly dreams by shifting my eyes from the eternal light to the Tomas‘ art)
    My love picture – prostitute's shelter – wow! Such viewpoint on creative work unveils the artworks and frees the artists from pity for self.
    Thank you

  2. 13thWiTCH May 9, 2010 / 2:16 pm

    you are welcome…however enlightenment can only come from within. i am happy, this post has helped you and your art. i love your showcases…

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