I am back from Australia.Â I had a wonderful time in Melbourne and Sydney.Â Both are beautiful cities in their own way.Â This trip, as my trips always do, has convinced me yet again that the creative people I work with know EVERYTHING.
When I was in my Master’s Program at the UCLA Film School I got a handout with a copy of a wonderful poem published in a book by Jean Houston, A Passion for the Possible. For me, the poem definitively sums up what the audience is looking for in the characters of a screenplay.
In my discussions, workshops and consulting I had been crediting the poem to Houston.Â One of the writers I worked with in Melbourne knew the poem and told me it was, in fact, titled The Invitation and is attributed it to Oriah Mountain Dreamer.
She sent me Oriah’s Website and I Googled further and sure enough.Â There the poem was.Â Copyright Â© 1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.Â Apparently, it was just reprinted in Houston’s book.
It is a wonderful poem and I am sure the book based on the poem must be extraordinary as well. I have it on order.Â Â You might want to check out the book as well.
Here is the poem from the book The Invitation –Â And the best description I’ve ever found of what the AUDIENCE wants to know about your characters.
(by Oriah, Mountain Dreamer)
It doesnâ€™t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heartâ€™s longing.
It doesnâ€™t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for your dream or
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesnâ€™t interest me what planets are squaring your moonâ€¦
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by lifeâ€™s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesnâ€™t interest me if the story you are telling me
I want to know if you can
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
It doesnâ€™t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesnâ€™t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
and not shrink back.
It doesnâ€™t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.