I just heard a
Start the Week podcast that made me realize why I even started this crazy endeavor of a blog! Churchill:
it was not in vain (re-Arnhem-Antony Beevor) -and then Churchill painted another beautiful painting.
I don't post on this site much any more. Those in the know, know. But I am damned if I will ever let it die like many wanted it to. Still do.
Translations at the RNT. One of the most poignant plays ever written about the United Kingdom.
One lone amateur who become not so lonesome,
John Ashdown-Hill discovering and debunking historical myth of Richard III.
Listening to BBC podcasts can actually save a life! (yes, u can quote me).
U r not alone feeling u r in a desert (even if in fact u r in a real desert!) The editor of
Lawrence of Arabia, Anne Coates died. I have oft written about Lawrence and the Foreign Office. Its Palm Court in London a somewhat sad memory of what the best of British tried to achieve overseas. Respect. Understanding. Without judgment.
Humans are always jealous. Yet why when what one does is/could not ever be what the other does that conundrum always escapes me Stephen Fry….;(
I got to work with some of the most wondrous talent of the century. Listening to a BBC pod citing Paul Scofield's
Lear, I remember seeing the great great man ACTOR with Vanessa Redgrave in Ibsen at the National Theatre. I worked with Vanessa and said hello. It is a strange, strange world. And I met ever so briefly Sir John Gielgud. Not at the same time, of course. Time, though, is a strange leveler...
And I worked with, not exactly my idol (maybe Liza M. was an 'idol') sorry Joel Grey;) in a movie.
So when you walk the depressing streets of whatever city u r reading this remember the 'dream'. It has nothing to do with money or power (of course that is part of the equation). But the algorithm would not exist without that truth at its center. YOU. Your care. Your brilliance. Your doubt.
Your bravery.
and, of course: your fear
how could a black mermaid
end up on Broadway as a white frog, with an all amber cast, and then be back in the ocean the next day playing a green/blue Hamlet! Only in New York, folks. Only in the ocean of New York. I feel a Kermit 'comin' on in the middle of the stairs....
The story of
Hello, Dolly is truly fascinatin'! Thornton Wilder got there first. Of course.
Is this weird? But I actually sleep on Marge Champion's
bed frame. (True-provenance and all...!) not that I for a moment think anything will rub off in the night without hard grind...but, it's a true story as I fall asleep to the questions of a late-night TV show...ha ha..he he...
where were we, oh yes:
Deleuze and Musicals....
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The heart has its own hieroglyphics.
Who can I turn to…..?
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