Oh dear I enjoy philip Glass what does that say about me??
P failed P
He sends me off a treat in my siestas -esp satygraha
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Sounds a little less tedious than sitting through a hypnotically dull
Phillip Glass concert with a hokee pretentious 'image only' film behind the
musicians called,"War". I kept falling asleep.
But I like the two ladies here - making real life decisions in the face of
Plath doing herself in. It's nice, in the absence of drama to make drama
within the environment around the drama for which you have paid the tickets.
The poet's revenge.
With the Glass & film, Sleep was my only way out and I don't remember any
good dreams.
Stephen V
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
> At the Plath play 'Edge'
> by Paul Alexander
> (both Plath scholar
> and man of the theatre),
>
> we endured a first hour
> of the actress giving
> colourful reasons for her
> hating her too-much-loved Ted
> and preparing to die
> after the interval.
>
> During the interval
> we overheard
> the two old ducks sitting behind:
>
> "Oh dear, I didn't know
> it was going to be so sad!
> Do you think we should stay or go?
> Shall I call a taxi?"
>
> There was a futile fumbling
> with a mobile phone.
> They stayed.
>
> In the second, shorter half,
> Sylvia raged against Ted some more,
> filled us in on his future
> with Ass-ia Gut-man Weevil
> (that's how she pronounced it)
> and how much her books earned him,
>
> acted out her gas oven death,
> then rose for a farewell
> quotation from 'Ariel'.
>
> Oh we applauded, even
> the old ducks sitting behind.
>
> Max Richards
> Athenaeum Theatre, Melbourne
> (morning after)
>
>
>
>
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