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by William Killian

ISBN: 978-1-935437-24-6

$11.00/ 146 pages

One definition of acting is “living on stage.” ALL THE FACES I HAVE BEEN is an actor’s notebook, notes in the form of poems written from the perspective of characters the author has played on and off set, backstage, and in the audience. In his living and acting, Killian does not distinguish between art and life- a painful blessing, indeed. In his writing, he has aimed at poetic truth, not historical accuracy. He chooses not to identify the characters, nor has he labeled most of the events that serve as background to the poems. But please don’t miss the cast party. It will be held in your home as you entertain the characters you have played.

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William Killian is an actor, poet, minister, and marriage and family therapist who loves the game of basketball. He is a proud member of three actor unions: SAG/AFTRA/AEA. In 2001, when he retired from Tucson Medical Center as director of pastoral services, The Killian Award in Clinical Ethics was established in honor of his twenty-one years of hospital ministry. Each year, The Killian Award honors any staff member or employee who champions ethical reflection and moral reasoning. Bill founded the ethics program at Tucson Medical Center, the Tucson Chaplains Asssociation, and the LaCasita Counseling Center at St. Philipis in the Hills Espiscopal Church, Tucson, Arizona.

Email: ljoiner@dakotacom.net

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Randy Ford Author-sensibility and Philippine acting

      In an intense way Alfred tried to absorb as much acting and directing as he could.   And there at the Royal Theater in Fort Santiago he got the opportunity to watch movie stars from old Tagalong films: the great, famous stars of the big screen then demonstrating live that they were as good as their fans thought they were.   One of those stars was Lolita Rodriquez.

      He asked Lolita, as they sat together on the edge of the stage, “How did you get started in the movies?”

      “When I was a little, my parents used to take me to the movies.   But they can’t be blamed for this.”

      Alfred thought, “She’s so simple.   That can’t be taught.   While other actors are stiff and mechanical.   She doesn’t rely on tears.   So many others would writhe in agony and fall on their knees.”

      Until then Alfred had never had contact with famous movie stars, and now he worked with them, and they ate and relaxed together.   When Alfred was in his director’s mode, he would block each scene in his head, soothing each ego in such a way as to get the most out of them.   And from that Alfred could see that he would one day become the Steven Spielberg of the Philippines.

      Alfred loved Lolita.   He always tried to look his best around her.   He always tried to change his shirt and polish his shoes, when otherwise he wouldn’t care.   Alfred normally knew how to please women and what to say and when to say nothing, but with Lolita…with her he didn’t seem to know when a compliment was one compliment too many.   Costumes seemed to compliment her more than Alfred ever could; he saw that and learned from it.

      Around the theater Ted had been very careful with what he said about what was going on at the University of the Philippines.   At Fort Santiago they were too busy to think about politics, though many of their plays were political.   Most of that, because of the language, Ted missed.   That forced him to pay more attention to the acting and how he would direct.   He felt his theatrical sensibility was superior but soon realized that his perception had more to do with taste than anything else.

      Ted knew nothing about the acting tradition of the Philippines.   He had been critical of it…since it seemed over-dramatic to him…he had to keep his opinions to himself.   He wouldn’t get his chance to direct immediately.   Every chance he got he would talk to Alfred, but he had to learn to avoid personal shit and not make those missteps he made early on.   He had said something about his father that wasn’t all that flattering.   He didn’t think of himself as being insensitive; it just came out and led them somewhere they didn’t want to go.   Ted used to wonder about his theater taste as compared to the taste of his Philippine cohorts.   “To shudder as he heard the ax blows” seemed too much to him (and in that case as much in the writing as the acting, and their love for sobbing).   There was no foundation for his criticism.   But he could see why Alfred loved Lolita, loved her more than the others.   And that was after Ted realized that he had been wrong about it all.

Randy Ford


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Randy-a writer’s block

      Writing today, when I got to it, was not easy for me.   But by my writing every day I have shown I can usually come up with something.

      There were three or four starts about my father.   Nearly all of my concentration on my mother was negative.   I wasn’t interested in being negative.   Started with a word.   Pulled words out of the air. Ideas follow words; they usually do.   Today they didn’t.   “Do your penitence, I get it”: I usually do, but writing every day is a commitment; it ‘s about not getting block and creating something (anything) every day.

      With the loss of sleep, and pretending to be asleep, the direction this would take changed many times.   I am a writer.   I can write.   I am not concerned when the words don’t come; when my brain doesn’t work; and…with the pressure of writing every day…when I repeatedly tried and came up with nothing.   I want to be writer, and I won’t give up trying.   I am engaged in constant games with myself, which seems to indicate that I’m trying too hard.

      To be who I am and where I am is to be in touch with my community and my country; and so I should have plenty to write about.   And in our country we have just elected for the first time an African American president, and we are faced with some of the biggest challenges of our lifetime. “Two Wars and an Economic Collapse.”   That’s something, but it is also something everyone else is writing about: original ideas about something usually don’t out of thin air and require time to evolve and a lot of thought.   And so today was not a creative time or as creative as it could’ve been had I been more patient and allowed my brain to work without pushing it.   (Recently I came up with some new ideas about acting; and a few weeks since then and I’m well on my way to creating a new method.)   Isn’t that how it works?   Now I’m cooking.  Now I can sleep.

Randy Ford

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Randy-on the creative process

      You have to bring yourself up after you’ve found what you want to do. First assignment in drama at Baylor University, and even for someone with no theater experience like me, was to present something dramatic for the whole class. Other students, started in high school, and wanting to become actors, were used to getting up in front of people. They presented monologues from plays and had the benefit of having acted before.

     I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t think of anything. I had to come up with something (“To be or not to be-that is the question). And after procrastinating until the last moment, I did what! I placed a chair in the center of the stage, sat down on it, and stared at audience members. I waited, and they waited for me to do something. But I did nothing. (I’ve since learned the importance of doing nothing for an actor on stage; however that wasn’t the object of that first assignment.) Eventually I couldn’t stand it any longer and did something; I started imitating people in the audience. I don’t think we were graded.


      My point here is that the creative urge can come from anything; that makes everything a possibility. And there have been other incidents of this that I can point to: a trash can placed over someone’s head, from squash to rock-squash for a name of a piece, the lip of the stage as an acting area, sounds from the guts of a piano (and recently the idea of placing a three-story art piece on top a three-story building), all came from unexpected impulses. But you have to be open to them. You can’t cut yourself off from those instant flashes of creativity. You have to bring them forward or else they will be lost. You have to be interest in them as material, and also use them.
My thoughts this evening, Randy Ford


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