28 June 2010
Summer Summer:
I am gearing up for a summer full of fantastic reading! There is a list of books that I want to read that could possibly stretch to Montreal and back, but I've narrowed them down to a "short" list.
Bless Me, Ulitma, Rudolpho Anaya
Go Down, Moses, William Faulkner
For Whom the Bell Tolls, Ernest Hemingway
The Dharma Bums, Jack Kerouac
The Woman Warrior, Maxine Hong Kingston
House Made of Dawn, N. Scott Momoday
Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger
East of Eden, John Steinbeck
Of Mice and Men
Travels with Charly
The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan
Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut
The Color Purple, Alice Walker
Having already read Lolita (Vladimir Nabokov) and The Joy Luck Club (Amy Tan), not to mention a bummer of a book club book, The Wives of Henry Oades (author to come later...I can't remember who she was for the life of me. Any-who, terrible book.), I am off to a great start, reading Steinbeck as we speak. My first experiences with Steinbeck were horrific, as I think that all high schoolers experiences are, but East of Eden has got me. The first sentence, "The Salinas Valley is in Northern California." is so seductively simple. I am at the point where all of the story lines converge---I can hardly wait to read again once I put it down.
Also on my mind are There Is a Bird On Your Head and Elephants Cannot Dance, by Mo Willems, and Skippy Jon Jones, by Judy Schachner. Being extremely gifted children's writers, Willems and Schachner are my top picks of the summer, both for my library drama productions and for my niece and nephew. : )
Bless Me, Ulitma, Rudolpho Anaya
Go Down, Moses, William Faulkner
For Whom the Bell Tolls, Ernest Hemingway
The Dharma Bums, Jack Kerouac
The Woman Warrior, Maxine Hong Kingston
House Made of Dawn, N. Scott Momoday
Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger
East of Eden, John Steinbeck
Of Mice and Men
Travels with Charly
The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan
Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut
The Color Purple, Alice Walker
Having already read Lolita (Vladimir Nabokov) and The Joy Luck Club (Amy Tan), not to mention a bummer of a book club book, The Wives of Henry Oades (author to come later...I can't remember who she was for the life of me. Any-who, terrible book.), I am off to a great start, reading Steinbeck as we speak. My first experiences with Steinbeck were horrific, as I think that all high schoolers experiences are, but East of Eden has got me. The first sentence, "The Salinas Valley is in Northern California." is so seductively simple. I am at the point where all of the story lines converge---I can hardly wait to read again once I put it down.
Also on my mind are There Is a Bird On Your Head and Elephants Cannot Dance, by Mo Willems, and Skippy Jon Jones, by Judy Schachner. Being extremely gifted children's writers, Willems and Schachner are my top picks of the summer, both for my library drama productions and for my niece and nephew. : )
31 May 2010
Whew.
Finals week is coming up fast, and Memorial Weekend has given me a breath of that grass infused air of freedom. I hardly feel like going to my third year.
Last night, I had a dream that I was sitting and laughing in my living room (all my furniture was exact) with my friend D and my sister. The door bell rings. I answer the door, wearing a blue terry cloth bathrobe. There, bathed in porch light (not quite like Bathsheba), stands Mr. G and Mr. M, my English professors. Mr. G smiles big, hands me two manila envelopes, and says, "Just thought we'd drop these by!!" He turns and leaves, Mr. M giving me a half wave and a smirk as I stand nearly naked and nearly speechless in my bathrobe. I turn back to D and K, and open my envelopes. One holds a check from Mr. G for $9,000 to continue college. The other envelope is marked from Mr. M. (Thirty silver coins, perhaps?) The check inside is for $12.95.
Is this a sign that I should persevere?
PS
I love Miss Aimee Kapie, my beloved girly!! I love being her "inspiration!"
Last night, I had a dream that I was sitting and laughing in my living room (all my furniture was exact) with my friend D and my sister. The door bell rings. I answer the door, wearing a blue terry cloth bathrobe. There, bathed in porch light (not quite like Bathsheba), stands Mr. G and Mr. M, my English professors. Mr. G smiles big, hands me two manila envelopes, and says, "Just thought we'd drop these by!!" He turns and leaves, Mr. M giving me a half wave and a smirk as I stand nearly naked and nearly speechless in my bathrobe. I turn back to D and K, and open my envelopes. One holds a check from Mr. G for $9,000 to continue college. The other envelope is marked from Mr. M. (Thirty silver coins, perhaps?) The check inside is for $12.95.
Is this a sign that I should persevere?
PS
I love Miss Aimee Kapie, my beloved girly!! I love being her "inspiration!"
17 May 2010
Where I Am, Right Now, Exactly.
I have been writing A LOT of poetry for my Creative Writing class. What's the good of all of that work if I don't share it??
Here is some of my favorites (reproduced as close as possible):
Here is some of my favorites (reproduced as close as possible):
hallucinogeneration
that was allen ginsberg (b. 1926- d. 1997)
meandering denim jacket & white lace ups seen over a
that was allen ginsberg (b. 1926- d. 1997)
meandering denim jacket & white lace ups seen over a
beige pontiac (a ‘97 as well?) the dream of american
domesticity coupling with the starving hysterical naked
best. moving simply over the lot bald ring shining
and now that I think no buttons on his jacket.
i lost sight of allen ginsberg his head & the pontiac pulling
and now that I think no buttons on his jacket.
i lost sight of allen ginsberg his head & the pontiac pulling
out from the STOP sign.
you & me
you and i sit at the fountain
you and i sit at the fountain
and the breeze feels good and
the wind shoves water at our
faces in a bid for attention. i
read my eliot (j alfred
prufrock) and you your daily
news not looking up when i
say out loud the lines i love.
for all we know the s in ts
could signify the sunshine
that pinches our eyes as you
and i sit by the fountain
feeling good because we two
are friends on this day stolen
just for ourselves.
and i would tell you that i
and i would tell you that i
love you but i know how you
would take it and that is not
“it” at all.
prufrock is not prince hamlet
prufrock is not prince hamlet
and i am not a far off admirer
waiting for an eye to catch
my eye. i just feel good in the
sunshine and water and
freedom and the person with
me that listens but doesn’t
look up knows that i love this
time. you don’t look up. and
i don’t want you too. and that
is how i love you.
Exeunt
yorick is on my t shirt and wm is on my brain and the name
on my certificate is written first then last.
time of death:
the minute i set foot in ashland whenever that was.
(twenty sixth april two thousand ten
six thirty or forty five or seven)
i know that i died because the sunlight looks different
streaming through mistletoe and brilliance.
reading shakespeare touching type and names and directions tangible like the famed tunnel and light shining in almost death. rising mothers in the breast are easily conjured and stowed and shoved between covers and cases. true death free from connotation and denotation strikes when the stage is set with fine leg and low voice and beard or no beard. the breast rises and is stroked by vibrations of me and she and he and we until the heart bursts with the moment and our presence is freed and encased in the womb of the cool dark theater. to exit is to be exposed.
i emerge.
in heaven where the sunlight looks different
and his face hangs the streets
i will not be pricked tickled bled for another
seventy three hours or so.
yorick is on my t shirt and wm is on my brain and the name
on my certificate is written first then last.
time of death:
the minute i set foot in ashland whenever that was.
(twenty sixth april two thousand ten
six thirty or forty five or seven)
i know that i died because the sunlight looks different
streaming through mistletoe and brilliance.
reading shakespeare touching type and names and directions tangible like the famed tunnel and light shining in almost death. rising mothers in the breast are easily conjured and stowed and shoved between covers and cases. true death free from connotation and denotation strikes when the stage is set with fine leg and low voice and beard or no beard. the breast rises and is stroked by vibrations of me and she and he and we until the heart bursts with the moment and our presence is freed and encased in the womb of the cool dark theater. to exit is to be exposed.
i emerge.
in heaven where the sunlight looks different
and his face hangs the streets
i will not be pricked tickled bled for another
seventy three hours or so.
Amen
awakening Thursday morning i find the sty has ruptured thick layers of pus
sticky orange and yellow crackle on the lid of my eye
hot washcloth and coffee restore my vision
i can see my warm life well fed nourished lying on the extra
leaf of the dining table.
awakening Thursday morning i find the sty has ruptured thick layers of pus
sticky orange and yellow crackle on the lid of my eye
hot washcloth and coffee restore my vision
i can see my warm life well fed nourished lying on the extra
leaf of the dining table.
22 April 2010
I'm Not In Love, Except With This Quote
The king he is hunting the deer; I am coursing myself: they have pitched a toil; I am toiling in a pitch,--pitch that defiles: defile! a foul word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so they say the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool: well proved, wit! By the Lord, this love is as mad as Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep: well proved again o' my side! I will not love: if I do, hang me; i' faith, I will not. O, but her eye,--by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my sonnets already: the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan!
-Berowne, Love's Labours LostAct IV, iii
08 March 2010
And the Oscar Goes To...
Sunday, March 7 was closing night of Antigone, our beautiful college play...how fitting that it was also Oscar night. (If Antigone had been a film, we SO would have swept the awards!)
What else would one expect a bunch of theater nerds to do at a cast party than geek out about the most successful films of the year? And geek out we did. Accompanied by chocolate chip cookies, organic carrots, and an inordinate amount of shrill giggles (compliments of our FAVORITE girly...) we took in the antics of hosts Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin and ooh-and-aah'ed over our favorite actors and presenters.
Party favorites: Inglorious Basterds, Avatar, and It's Complicated; Meryl Streep, Gaby Sidibe, Queen Latifah, Chris Pine, Jake Gyllenhaal, and Robert Downey Jr; costumes from Nine, music from Up, and make-up from Star Trek.
Some of the best fun of the night came from the fashion icons...and the train wrecks.
The best:
Sandra Bullock, The Blind Side
Her red lipstick sort of reminds me of Lora's as Queen Eurydice....
Penelope Cruz, Nine
So gorgeous...Chloe and I loved her in Vicky Christina Barcelona. I smell an Antigone reunion party when Nine finally comes to video.
Robert Downey Jr., Sherlock Holmes
Who else could pull off the blue bow-tie, excepting Mr. Hottie Robert Downey?
(By the way, I LOVE the shoes.)
Colin Firth, A Single Man
Wow. I mean, WOW. Wow.
Hmm...wow.
And the worst:
(There were a lot of worsts, disappointingly enough. But here are the highlights.)
Zoe Saldana, Avatar
Not gonna lie, I think Zoe Saldana is beautiful, but this dress...was bad. No one could figure out just what she was carrying around down there. It's almost like her dress is half Muppet. Bad, bad, bad, BAD dress.
Miley Cyrus
We couldn't look away from the horror that was Miley for a few reasons:
1) The dress is like a Disney princess bustier. Soooo not cool.
2) She was talking. It's hard not to stare when she talks. Like a traffic accident on your morning commute....
3) Miley Cyrus? At the Oscars? Really?
Jennifer Lopez
I think that Lora's comment sums it all up pretty well: "Her dress has a tumor!"
Sarah Jessica Parker
Racoon eyes, a choking dress appendage, and sex hair. Need I say more?
The fashions of my fellow Antigone cast members proved much more successful.
(Photos to come later! Post to be continued another day!)
What else would one expect a bunch of theater nerds to do at a cast party than geek out about the most successful films of the year? And geek out we did. Accompanied by chocolate chip cookies, organic carrots, and an inordinate amount of shrill giggles (compliments of our FAVORITE girly...) we took in the antics of hosts Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin and ooh-and-aah'ed over our favorite actors and presenters.
Party favorites: Inglorious Basterds, Avatar, and It's Complicated; Meryl Streep, Gaby Sidibe, Queen Latifah, Chris Pine, Jake Gyllenhaal, and Robert Downey Jr; costumes from Nine, music from Up, and make-up from Star Trek.
Some of the best fun of the night came from the fashion icons...and the train wrecks.
The best:
Sandra Bullock, The Blind SideHer red lipstick sort of reminds me of Lora's as Queen Eurydice....
Penelope Cruz, NineSo gorgeous...Chloe and I loved her in Vicky Christina Barcelona. I smell an Antigone reunion party when Nine finally comes to video.
Robert Downey Jr., Sherlock HolmesWho else could pull off the blue bow-tie, excepting Mr. Hottie Robert Downey?
(By the way, I LOVE the shoes.)
Colin Firth, A Single ManWow. I mean, WOW. Wow.
Hmm...wow.
And the worst:
(There were a lot of worsts, disappointingly enough. But here are the highlights.)
Zoe Saldana, AvatarNot gonna lie, I think Zoe Saldana is beautiful, but this dress...was bad. No one could figure out just what she was carrying around down there. It's almost like her dress is half Muppet. Bad, bad, bad, BAD dress.
Miley CyrusWe couldn't look away from the horror that was Miley for a few reasons:
1) The dress is like a Disney princess bustier. Soooo not cool.
2) She was talking. It's hard not to stare when she talks. Like a traffic accident on your morning commute....
3) Miley Cyrus? At the Oscars? Really?
Jennifer LopezI think that Lora's comment sums it all up pretty well: "Her dress has a tumor!"
Sarah Jessica ParkerRacoon eyes, a choking dress appendage, and sex hair. Need I say more?
The fashions of my fellow Antigone cast members proved much more successful.
(Photos to come later! Post to be continued another day!)
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