perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
the likes of jonson, milton, shakespeare, marlowe, yates and austen tell us that those who reach too far, and who are constantly looking for and defined by change, flux, and excitement, meet horrible ends.
and that constancy can be beautiful.
hmm.
That night, in bed, the three of us lay still. We were full of awe and respect for Pecola. Lying next to a real person who was really ministratin’ was somehow sacred. She was different from us now – grown-up-like. She, herself, felt the distance, but refused to lord it over us.
After a long while she spoke very softly. “It is true that I can have a baby now?”
“Sure,” said Frieda drowsily. “Sure you can.”
“But… how?” Her voice was hollow with wonder.
“Oh,” said Frieda, “somebody has to love you.”
“Oh.”
There was a long pause in which Pecola and I thought this over. It would involve, I supposed, “my man,” who, before leaving me, would love me. But there weren’t any babies in the songs my mother sang. Maybe that’s why the women were sad: the men left before they could make a baby.
Then Pecola asked a question that had never entered my mind. “How do you do that? I mean, how do you get somebody to love you?” But Frieda was asleep. And I didn’t know.
uncommon conversations
i have a new book. and it is unputdownable. it’s a proverbial intellectual buffet.
i’ve collected some quotes located in the “uncommon conversations” page on the right, i’ll keep adding to it, please read it i loved it and i hope you (and you and you) do too!
think i’ve forgot to mention, it’s about religion, and in his own words it’s “no more than a projection of my (norman mailer’s) own egotistical preferences”. believe me, if there’s one person’s egotistical preference on religion you’d want to be reading it’d be mailer’s. he believes in God and while he denounces organized religion, he’s neither atheist nor anti-Christ. and he proposes an intriguing, refreshing new take on the governing forces of our spiritual selves and our universe in general.
the phantom of manhattan..
(by frederick forsyth) ..is really a sequel to phantom of the opera!
in fact in early last year composer-extraordinaire andrew llyod webber had announced that he was working on the musical adaptation of the phantom of manhattan.
(somehow to me “phantom of manhattan” just doesn’t have the same ring to it as the original)
but if the daily mail (newspaper) is to be believed, and i am not commenting on its credibility in case i get sued in case anyone at all reads this, a somewhat strange mishap has put the production of the new musical on hold. seems like lloyd webber’s cat (a very rare turkish breed) had one day climbed onto his really really expensive digital piano and deleted the entire score! attempts to recover it have been in vain.
i remember the first phantom of the opera play i went to. it wasn’t that long ago really. but the romance, grandoise and excitement still remains lurid till this day, especially when the soundtrack’s playing on my ipod. every note resonates, stirs imagination; its corresponding images i gathered from my far-away seat at the esplanade display themselves like a long filmstrip of still photographs, except with more life, more light and more love.
