February 16, 2007

Great Shakes

To paraphrase Jane Austen, I am all excitement! This weeked Hublet and I will make our yearly sojourn to Davidson to see the RSC doing The Winter's Tale. You can see Hublet's account of taking a bunch of rural high-schoolers to my alma mater last weekend to see Pericles here, here, and here. Suffice it to say that Shakespeare's got nothing on a bunch of high school girls, drama-wise.

The RSC residency program at Davidson runs through 2008. It's not an understatement to say I'll be totally bummed out when it's over.

Posted by Big Arm Woman at February 16, 2007 11:08 AM | TrackBack
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Shakespeare never made any sense to me. It's overacted or something, even in the script.

I can read with pleasure, say, Stanley Cavell on Shakespeare. Thank heaven there's somebody to dig something out of it, though the interesting part seems to me to spring from him, not Shakespeare.

Maybe Shakespeare is good for projecting onto. You get out what you put in.

``Shakespeare is dead.'' Like Nietzsche and God, it means that it no longer works for us. Some other story takes over.

Posted by: Ron Hardin at February 17, 2007 03:04 PM

Oh, I dunno. Lear's curse against his daughter is pretty clear and, er, thorough.

Posted by: PersonFromPorlock at February 19, 2007 09:05 PM

I like Shakespeare. I don't like every play but there are great ones. I also love his poetry.

Ron have you read any of Shakespeare's sonnets? What plays do you like, Ron?

Posted by: Emily Nelson at February 19, 2007 10:45 PM

The complete Get Smart on DVD is nice, my only DVD set.

99 holds it together. It's supposed to be a mixture of James Bond and Inspector Clousseau. What it is, in fact, is a normal not-more-than-usually-competent male being sent on quests and screwing up, and a woman who shows him she's satisfied with him anyway.

Around that are various gags that they think up, not realizing what the core is.

Posted by: Ron Hardin at February 20, 2007 05:45 AM

I can't think of any plays I like. Poetry : Rilke, Holderlin, Francis Ponge, Mallarme (all in translation) ; Marge Piercy, Anne Carson, Roethke, James Tate's ``Blue Booby''.

Posted by: Ron Hardin at February 20, 2007 05:58 AM

Speaking of Rilke, _Raritan_ arrived today in the mail, with translations by the ponderous Millicent Bell. Here's Duino Elegy V

But tell me, who are they, stopping here, these nomads
ever less settled even than I who so early
took to the road, driven on by some insatiable will...

Compare Stephen Mitchell

But tell me, who _are_ they, these wanderers, even more
transient than we ourselves, who from their earliest days
are savagely wrung out
by a never-satisfied will...


Posted by: Ron Hardin at February 20, 2007 09:28 PM
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