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The Word Becomes You | 37<br />

spoken in America, individual by individual, to take a close temperature of<br />

how my country has been changing.<br />

what do the ways people speak<br />

tell us about the world in which they live?<br />

The work that I do started from many vantage points. In part, I was<br />

seeking to answer a set of technical questions—without any credentials as<br />

linguist or psychologist—about how language, as a phenomenon of sounds<br />

being made, works. What do the ways people speak tell us about the world<br />

in which they live? What does the manner in which a person speaks tell us<br />

about how he or she is organized intellectually, creatively, and psychologically?<br />

By “manner” I mean the actual rhythmic and syntactical patterns.<br />

These questions, in all honesty, started humbly, out of my quest to build<br />

my toolbox of acting techniques. Yet the original set of questions ended up<br />

leading me down a path that became immediately sociological and political.<br />

My question became this: if I were to extend my fascination with speech by<br />

looking at how individuals express themselves, could I cause the theater<br />

itself to look and function differently? By “look,” I mean both how it looks<br />

and what those who run, work in, and go to the theater actually look at.<br />

I studied acting in San Francisco, California. In the 1970s, San Francisco<br />

and the larger metropolitan area occupying the beautiful landmasses<br />

around the stunning bodies of water in the Bay Area were moving, calmly,<br />

it seemed, out of the cultural revolutions of the 1960s. It was almost as if<br />

those many bits of land were settling back peacefully after what had been<br />

an enormous quake. I left college, like many of my friends, exhilarated on<br />

the one hand by possibilities I never would have imagined as a youngster,<br />

but reeling on the other hand as if I’d been hit in the face with a two-byfour.<br />

I had no choice but to design another way of being. I was at a crossroads,<br />

a crossroads that I would later call a “crossroads of ambiguity.” Everything<br />

I seemed to have been working toward was up for grabs. Yes, we were<br />

on our way out of the Vietnam War; yes, there was the sense that there<br />

would be a lot more equity for people of color than my parents had experienced;<br />

yes, there were possibilities for women; and yes, the way people<br />

would partner and live together was wide open, at least in San Francisco.

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