I obviously needed to see a second ballet this month. 😂
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I obviously needed to see a second ballet this month. 😂
“Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene”
La casa di Giulietta a Verona.
Juliet‘s home, at least the one featured in the movie Letters to Juliet, in Verona.
so-soThere were some interesting and enlightening moments, but it didn‘t feel very profound to me. It‘s about a mom, son, and daughter. The son works at a warehouse but his head is in the movies and poetry and the clouds. The daughter is debilitatingly shy, has uneven legs, and only cares for her glass menagerie and Victrola. The mom is overly ambitious for the both of them.
Sunday theatre with Daisy-May, who‘s decided she‘s tired of being upright and would like to sprawl on her awful couch for a few hours, thanks.
(The STORIES I could tell you about this couch! It‘s an atrocity. Those leather couches people leave by the curb as freebies and nobody ever actually picks up because they‘re AWFUL are nicer than this late Victorian piece to which my aunt is hopelessly attached.)
pickMore accessible than I expected and with moments of humor that reminded me of Shakespeare. Mephistopheles as a poodle is an image I won‘t soon forget! I knew the story from the opera, but I‘m glad I read the play. #readYourKobo @CBee
This week‘s little library haul features another play by Tomson Highway (love his stuff), a couple volumes of poetry, and a crime comic.
Now for another of my favorite movies from Old Hollywood, Cat On A Hot Tin Roof (if you haven‘t seen it, please do! Great movie and dialogue and Liz Taylor and Paul Newman might just be the two best looking people I‘ve ever seen together in one place here!)
Obnoxious odor,
smell that? The powerful smell
of mendacity.
#haikuhive #HaikuADay #poetry #OldHollywood
pickThe Skin of Our Teeth, by Thornton Wilder (1942)
Premise: In this classic play, humanity is portrayed in microcosm as a conventional, suburban American family.
Review: I‘m often surprised by just how early the pastiche, sense of play, and erasure of the fourth wall that I associate with postmodern literature appears in the canon. Cont.
