A sassy Harvard gal and quirky thespian combine literary and cultural forces. We are V and A, geographically divided, namaste dwellers, one half in Boston studying history & economics and the other in London studying acting.
We'll be forever jiving the evening away as Moneypenny and James, Fry and Laurie, Green and Weisz. Orphans of the storm. Players waiting before the curtain call. Eternally defiant against the world, contra mundum.
I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via seabois)
An inspiration on so many levels, this girl just glows with poise, grace and serenity. A Kenyan-born, recent Yale Drama School graduate, Lupito Nyong’o from McQueen’s new film Twelve Years A Slave, is definitely one to watch. Although Hollywood subjugates many of its women to overused, tired notions of ‘it-girl status’, Nyong’o’s transcendent, old-world quality promises her a career of longevity.
As always my predisposition for shameless multi-tasking (check out this guardian article) has me watching a BBC documentary on Marx while planning a paper for Social Studies on Marx. V shakes her hand in knowing disapproval, no doubt. Anyway, this is part of a BBC2-broadcast three-part series called Masters of Money, exploring the economic thought behind three masterminds : Friedrich Hayek, John Maynard Keynes and Karl Marx.
"You descend from the heavens and no longer know how to behave."
Now that the academic term is coming speedily to an end I’m going to have to generate a reading/film list for myself. First on the list is this film Russian Ark (2002) which I’ve been meaning to watch for eons now. The film charts 300 years of Russian history and, if that’s not enough, is composed of one single, uninterrupted 87-minute take and glides through 33 rooms of the Winter Palace. And to think that film can no longer surprise, enchant and delight!
How I love Stoppard! I would love to just buckle down and pen a Shakespearean love sonnet to him and his towering genius but I have a feeling that he’d simply do a better job of it. The quote posted earlier is pulled from a disarmingly frank and eloquent exposé of his own life and the importance of preserving freedom of expression published in The Guardian (Tom Stoppard: Information is Light.)
For me, it confirms some of my present thoughts about the inextricable connection between Literature and the Social Sciences (Political Theory, Philosophy, Economics, etc.) People who seem to espouse that nexus: George Orwell, Tom Stoppard, Bertolt Brecht, Albert Camus and Elizabeth Gaskell.
I don’t come here as an apostate. There is no country in the world I would rather be living in, no country where I would feel safer. Looking at myself shifting in regress 20, 30, 40 years ago, I can see what I was understating and what I was not understating. Until I read Isaiah Berlin, I didn’t know I could put a name to each: positive freedom and negative freedom. I had little reverence for positive freedom, the proactive freedom promised by a centralised state; freedom from unemployment, say, or freedom from exploitation by private landlords; or from vulgarity by newspapers, for that matter. Such freedom was concomitant with the withdrawal of negative freedom whose value, I thought then and think now, cannot be overstated: autonomous freedom, the freedom to think for oneself, to use one’s discretion, to name things for what they are and not for what they purport to be, to apply common sense, and common humanity.
— How I love Stoppard! I would love to just buckle down and pen a Shakespearean love sonnet to him and his towering genius but I have a feeling that he’d simply do a better job of it. This quote is pulled from a disarmingly frank and eloquent exposé of his own life and the importance of preserving freedom of expression published in The Guardian (Tom Stoppard: Information is Light.) For me, it confirms some of my present thoughts about the inextricable connection between Literature and the Social Sciences (Political Theory, Philosophy, Economics, etc.) People who seem to espouse that nexus: George Orwell, Tom Stoppard, Bertolt Brecht, Albert Camus and Elizabeth Gaskell.
Gian Lorenzo Bernini, Apollo and Daphne, 1622-5. Carrara marble, H. 243 cm. Galleria Borghese, Rome (1,2)
Apollo and Daphne was Bernini’s response to the “Which is better: Painting or sculpture?” argument. This highly pictorialized sculpture was meant to be “read” from left to right and effectively recreated motion and direction, as well as a wide variety of different textures (i.e. human flesh, hair, fabric, leaves, the bark of a tree, and stone). It is widely considered to be one of the greatest sculptures of the 17th century. I’ve seen it in person and can vouch for its mindblowing awesomeness.
The sculpture is based on a story from Ovid’s Metamorphoses. Essentially, Apollo is chasing after Daphne so that he can rape her. At the moment Apollo catches up with her, Daphne cries out to her father, who turns her into a laurel tree.