Malcolm McDowell loses his head this time around, so to speak.
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Happy Mother’s Day … er, yeah.
In the 40s when I got up this morning — hello people in control of the weather! It’s May. No more of this cold mornings stuff unless I’m in the mountains — then I expect it to be chilly. Up there we call it “brish” and “fresh.” Here it’s damp. And this morning it was damp and chilly and overcast, and even in the early afternoon it was only 46F (about 8C for you terrorists …), though it eventually warmed up and the sun came out.
Oh my is it starting to set late.
De Profundis and comics.
There are several translations of Georg Trakl’s “De Profundis” out there. And here’s another. The poem is a bit melancholy and creepy, perhaps due to the murder that is indicated by the third stanza, at which point there is a shift from 4-verse to 3-verse stanzas … until the end, with a return to the 4-verse variety. The 4-verse stanzas deal more with nature or the environment, even if the “I” is embedded within it, whereas the 3-verse middle stanzas feature the crime and individuals, such as the shepherd the body (3rd) and the murderous “I” (4th and 5th), and in these three the imagery is darker (the decayed body, sombre hamlets, cold metal on the forehead as well as spiders looking for the heart) and more macabre.
Sunday Sunday … was there sun today?
I awoke late but not that late, and not because I awoke late, but because I awoke and went back to sleep, realizing that I still had time to sleep, to let my mind and body rest rather than roll out of bed, shower, and become active.
I like being active.
Back in my day …
… I would be embarrassed to turn in radically unreadable and incorrect papers/essays/homework for a grade.
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That’s all she wrote …
That’s how the production ends — not with bang, but with a whimper.
But what a whimper it was.
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Auffühurung #2 … a success
The problem with 3-night theater productions, like ours, is that they tend to lose steam on the 2nd night, especially if the 1st was a success. You become satisfied. Self-satisfied. It’s hard to keep it up, it’s hard to believe, after it went so easy (despite all the stress, tension, worry), that it’s really hard work, so you let down a bit.
Cheezus Christ
Son of Gouda.
Final week of classes approaching.
Let’s call this the final Sunday of the semester.
Not exactly accurate, depending on when you conclude the semester. But there is but one week of class left, three more classes, three more opportunities to hand back old essays and exams. Monday morning: exams for most of them.