do you guys even know what anne carson is like. you reblog her quotes all the time but are you aware that seeing her in person is a spiritual experience
she came to my college in the spring of 2019. she was wearing
a flannel under a pinstripe suit, cuffed trousers and bright red sneakers, and
she had her hair up in a messy bun. I didn’t take a picture but here’s my
artist’s rendition
the whole room was full of Classics wlwTM and we
Absolutely Could Not Handle This Like Even a Little Bit. I got so distracted
thinking about her during my workout today that I accidentally did 15 more
jumping jacks than I was supposed to, which I think is the gayest sentence I’ve
ever written.
how do I describe the way she speaks? it’s this very floaty,
dignified, vaguely curious, uncompelled, but very intentional style of diction,
like if you met god at a garden party and she handed you a pitcher of cream and
asked you why you think you should get into heaven. I wrote down the phrase
“Your ridiculous little glasslike soul” and I don’t remember in what context
she said it, but THAT’S the vibe.
she is screamingly funny but relentlessly deadpan.
“You know Oscar Wilde was imprisoned for—” she pulls down her glasses and looks
at us, like a librarian who moonlights writing erotica – “sodomy.” She had us do
an “interactive portion” during one of her poems, instructing the right side of
the audience: “Your part is simply the word Deciduous? With a question
mark at the end.”
She has flawless comedic timing, and she does not use
filler words. Remember this line from Elektra? it sums up her sense of humor
PERFECTLY:
She spices up her wit by dropping in the occasional
mind-blowing quote like “Tears are all about the weeper, aren’t they?” and “Roses
and hurricanes are too much as they are to be anything else, to be damaged by
metaphor.” and “Do I frighten people, saying there’s no back wall? Nothing
between you and your heart of darkness?”
like. she is an incredible writer and I’m not about to denigrate
her translations by saying she didn’t put work into them, but I honest to god
think that is just How This Woman’s Mind Works. she is on “not to me, not if it’s
you” and “someone will remember us I say even in another time” levels of galaxy
brain wordcraft, but IN REAL LIFE.
I came up to her after the reading and asked her to sign my
Bacchae copy. I did not say much to her besides that I was a fan, because I got
the sense that if I formed a complete sentence in her presence she would see directly through me and reach into my body and swallow my entire ribcage like a snake.
she signed my book “regards, A.C.” I’ll never forget her.
Three very quick ones so I put them in one post. 1. Catching an idea 2. In the deep 3. Toxic * The fist collage is based on “Portrait of Mary Hill, Lady Killigrew” (1638) by Sir Anthony Van Dyck The second one is “Still life with tulips and hyacinth” (1715) by Coenraet Roepel
SPOILER WARNING FOR MIDNIGHT MASS IN THE SECOND PARAGRAPH. Story time! Yearssss again I had a bit of a manic stage where The Walking Dead was my obsessive fixation. My dad was the one to tell me about the show (because I love zombies) and I watched it since the first episode aired. I’ve always been “team” Rick until several season later when Negan came along. In the comic Negan’s back story was more complexed and gave you a better idea of him as a character. Also though he’s a dick it was certain morals he stood by that was what made him more appealing to me. Anywho, I remember watching the episode above where Rick was covered in blood and “going berserk” as I called it then and thinking it was such a hot scene.
Fast forward to 2021 after passing Midnight Mass several times on Netflix because vampires aren’t my thing (I just find them to be boring) I finally watched it since I’ve heard good things and I really liked Mikes work. The sequences went as followed: started with a good storyline and a dash of jump scares. I was thankful I’ve never known a person like Bev and the new priest was an odd looking man. Then we get to the after math of Joes death and that poor little priest is tucked in the corner, covered in blood and pulling at my hearts. Finally, comes the scene where he’s looking down at Reilly, shushing him and trying to calm him down when Hamish Eric Linklater locked me in.
TLDR: I’m not a vampire fan but something about men being covered In blood truly grabs my attention and I’m still in awe that the odd looking priest man name Hamish, turned out to be the hottest, (sweetest and genuine in real life) most talented man I adore today.
I never watched TWD despite my brother and several friends being addicted to it but I second every word about MM. Bless you Mike for hiring the tallest weirdo I never knew I needed in my life to play THE Hot Priest of umpteen feverish dreams.
Finding out that Jim Henson approached Stephen Sondheim to make a partially-puppet movie of Into the Woods and that a table read included Cher as the witch, Robin Williams and Goldie Hawn as the Baker and his Wife, Kyle MacLachlan as Cinderella’s Prince and Steve Martin as the Wolf has sent me into mourning for this timeline.
For those wondering if this is true, Sondheim himself discusses this in his book Look, I Made a Hat: Collected Lyrics (1981-2011).
He even wrote two songs for the film: a re-write of the Prologue and a duet for the Baker and his Wife called “Rainbows.”
[ID: several photos of a book with excerpts highlighted. They reads: In 1995 Columbia Pictures and Jim Henson approached James and me with a plan to make a movie of the show, using Henson creatures as the animals. A script was written by Low- ell Ganz and Babaloo Mandel, and two readings were held in Los Angeles, fol- lowed shortly by one of those periodic studio shake-ups where a new platoon of executives replaces the old one, eager to throw out all projects begun before their arrival in order to demonstrate the freshness of their re- thinking. The readings, therefore, were as far as the production went. I wrote two songs for the project before the axe descended, however. (/end highlight)
The opening number would have been this: The camera looks down onto a small, charming storybook village from centuries ago. It swoops around and finally down behind the royal palace and into the village streets.
Stop taking away our rainbow, Don’t tell me it’s all in vain. Why would you expect a rainbow? I think you enjoy the pain. You chip away long enough At every dream we’ve made, Things soon will go wrong enough That more than dreams are going to fade. Don’t say they just last a minute, That rainbows are only air Don’t tell me there’s nothing in it- We’ve got to have hopes to share. The longer we love each other, More and more it seems Love isn’t enough. We need some dreams.
(highlight) The first reading of the movie script had, among others. Martin Short as the Baker, Julia Louis-Dreyfus as the Wife, Neil Patrick Harris as Jack, Mary Steenburgen as his Mother, Kathy Najimy as Florinda, Janeane Garofalo as Lucinda, Cynthia Gibb as Cinderella, Rob Lowe as her Prince, Christine Lahti as the Witch, Daryl Hannah as Rapunzel and Michael Jeter as the Giant.
The second reading was even more star-studded: Robin Williams (the Baker), Goldie Hawn (the Wife), Cher (the Witch), Carrie Fisher (Lucinda), Bebe Neuwirth (Florinda), Moira Kelly (Cinderella), Kyle MacLachlan (Cin- derella’s Prince), Brendan Fraser (Rapunzel’s Prince), Elijah Wood (Jack). Roseanne Barr (Jack’s Mother), Danny DeVito (the Giant) and Steve Martin (the Wolf). All that and Jim Henson, too. I wish… /end ID]
