“Thou speak’st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.”
*Taken at the Kohl Center at the opening game of Wisconsin Badger’s basketball season. They played Northern Kentucky University, whose coach happens to be the husband of a good family friend. At any rate, the NKU “Norsemen” lost to the Badgers, 31-62.
Related: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJz_vx9v2rU
A Midwinter Night’s Head Trauma
The prose style is a little more Polonius, though.
Perhaps with a little Gertrude Stein repetitiousness thrown in?
Ha!
Shakespeare and Company on Ice
Shakespeare on Ice should consist of thespians coming onto the ice on skates and just standing there reciting Shakespeare.
Hot ice and wondrous strange snow.
Yes, and each actors is holding a glass of whisky – a la Dean Martin – as he recites. That way, when they come to the great battle scene in Antony and Cleopatra, Scarus will say with profound gestures:
“I have yet
Room for six scotches more…”
Best line and a third in all of Shakespeare.
JOB
He has something for everyone…that Shakespeare.
Where would Shakespeare have got if he had thought only of a specialized audience? What he did was to attempt to appeal on all levels, with something for the most rarefied intellectuals (who had read Montaigne) and very much more for those who could appreciate only sex and blood.
Of course, these days, it’s all one, isn’t it?
Cinema: the great leveling art of the demos.
Yes, the great collective mind of social media chewing its cultural cud.
With respect to my views on microscopy, a man working in a camera shop did say, ‘That’s correct’, after I said I thought that, given the amount of light in the microscope or from the mirror, what one was actually seeing was an image of the lens of the eye.
I’ve been making that case on a subatomic level for a while now. I tell you, it all goes back to Pascal.
Accuracy v Precision; faith vs science; virgin v dynamo.
It all fits.
Louise – have you read The Education of Henry Adams? What you say. It’s all there. Who knew the great grandson of a founding father would serve as porter to the 20th century and all its dysfunctional scientism and Christ-huanted, Christ-emptied spiritual enthusiasm? I recommend it strongly – and it also makes a great T.S. Eliot Wasteland-allusions scavenger hunt, by the way!
JOB