Sunday, April 22
Woyzeck saves the day and my cat
My dad is back from vacationing. It is annoying. He is annoying. I feel like I hold myself to higher standards than he does, and he disgusts me. It's like he's trying to make me fat and a couch potato. He was making lunch, and told me I could have one of the brownies he made previously. I'm like, "Um, not until AFTER lunch, thanks." and he keeps telling me about all these shows and crap on TV, and I'm like, "I haven't watched TV in almost two months. No thanks." And he always thinks I'm in a bad mood. News flash, father! Your second daughter is a quiet person, not a goth. Sorry I'm not the loud inyourface princess my older sister is.
Creo que reggaeton es muy interesante. Me gusta mucho. Tambien me gusta escribir en espanol. Puedo entender algas palabras en este cancion. Estoy contenta sobre eso.
That's it. ttyl!
Sunday, April 1
Beneath this tree...
I tried talking to Sinny about the connections between Man of La Mancha and Woyzeck. Quixote goes on this impossible dream saying that he will make the world a better place by doing all thiese crazy things. Woyzeck gets pushed into doing a lot of these things by the doctor and the captain, but he is on the opposite spectrum than Quixote.
To dream ... the impossible dream ...
To fight ... the unbeatable foe ...
To bear ... with unbearable sorrow ...
To run ... where the brave dare not go ...
To right ... the unrightable wrong ...
To love ... pure and chaste from afar ...
To try ... when your arms are too weary ...
To reach ... the unreachable star ...
This is my quest, to follow that star ...
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far ...
To fight for the right, without question or pause ...
To be willing to march into Hell, for a Heavenly cause ...
And I know if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest,
That my heart will lie will lie peaceful and calm,
when I'm laid to my rest ...
And the world will be better for this:
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
To reach ... the unreachable star
That's the Impossible Dream from Man of La Mancha. So Woyzeck also does a lot of these things. He fights the unbeatable foe: poverty. But he loses. His mother accepted that all she would ever do is suffer, but Woyzeck can't. He has to bear all the dehumanizeing experiments the doctor puts him through, and the things the captain does to him while he's shaving him. The doctor and the captain put him through all these dreadful experiments and phychological beatings just to see where he'll wind up. That's going where the brave dare not go. Tests on people are this. Assuming falsely that the doctor and captain are brave, they are putting Woyzeck all these things that they dare not do themselves, but want to know the outcome. Woyzeck is trying to right himself by living normally, but he is too oppressed and his life is controlled by other people. He doesn't love pure and chaste from afar obviously. The all-pea diet is slightly responsible for some of his madness.
It's hard to tell is Woyzeck is the normal one and everyone else is crazy, or if he's crazy and everyone else is normal. It's expressionist, so everyone else is portrayed only as it appears to Woyzeck, so if he thinks they are crazy, they will act crazy.
I'm trying to get hold of Stina so she can tell Sam to say "She had the most beautiful Aberratio" or something in his welcome speech during The Visit. Mr. Sinaiko will be there, and it's from Woyzeck, so he'll get a kick out of it. The doctor diagnoses Woyzeck with an aberratio mentalis partialis. But if he said something like, "My doctor said I have an aberratio" that would probably be enough. And the audience might still think it's funny. Maybe if he just said "Aberratio mentalis partialis" because the audience would think it's funny that he's spouting false medical terms, and Sinny would get it. I can't figure what an aberratio is. It's either Latin or German. Aberratio mentalis partialis is made up by Buchner, but Aberratio ictus is like a German literary term. It's frustrating.
I have to do my homework. ttyl!
Sunday, March 25
Siempre me caigo
Ben cut his hair. He had to for "Anything Goes", and Zac will have to as well as soon as Beth finishes filming her movie. but I loved his hair. I even wrote a poem about it. The formatting probably won't show up, but here it is. It makes a lot of allusions to songs and plays, so it's a bit weird. I wonder what Ms. Sommer will think when I turn it in.
When Ben Cut his Hair
A Reactionary Poem
Stream of Consciousness
This title has three commas in it
It is just way ahead of its time
Highway 5
Wide expanse of blooming trees abound
We move so quickly,
And yet
We never get anywhere
The sweet smell of shampoo
Radiating from it,
His gray sweatshirt, is my pillow
I don’t like like him
I never did
Never think I did
So vanquish all doubt of that
My heart is ossified
For ever and ever
Oh, my iPod
The soul of the teenager, my life
You are dead.
There will be no reprieve
There will be no music to comfort
AllusionElisionConfusionCollusion
The music will not comfort
It shall haunt me forever
My heart, forevermore hold still
For ever and ever
What I loved has turned against me
He said himself they are of the same mold
Yin and yang
They are complete
Opposite
Take your mind off it
Think of something someone else
His better half?
Perhaps
I have a memory
It cleanses my misgivings
A reverie
I see his smiling face i
Float like seraphim
The sun whose rays are all ablaze
With everlasting glory
Does not deny his majesty…
But see his face before me
– Stop it
That’s PoeticPatheticPeripatetic
Quiet
I dust my shoulder of you!
You icy dame
That hammering there between the eyes
No, Woyzeck, no! Slow down!
hush___________________
Box little box
Containing four white points four small corners
I love him, but only on my own
Little bird, little bird please fly
Please go
Little bird, little bird and
Tell him so
Little bird, little box
Little box
Small box happy box calm box
Small box happy box calm box
Square bi Chinese symbol for earth
No box wrong box bad box
Small box happy box calm box
Four numbers in a box Cramer’s rule
Dizi
No box no flute no globs
Small box happy box calm box
Small box happy box calm box….
Where am I?
Yes. Here.
You are here still
I still believe
I know as long as I can keep believing,
I live
I live, love cannot die
For ever and ever
Though beards are shaved and hair
It is cut
You are still
I am left with your memory
It’s something-esque
So that's my poem.
I saw Mr. Sinaiko in Woyzeck a few days ago. I told him if he played a bad guy it would give me nightmares, but I haven't had any yet, thank goodness. It is kind of scarring to see someone you really respect play such an IMMORAL character. Immoral's probably not the correct word, but those of you who have seen the play would know that the Captain sees himself as a very virtuous person, but he really isn't.
Some people make great Fiyeros. Belgium would have. And now Francis Serpa would have. He was George Gibbs in Our Town by RVP.
I understood "The Impossible Dream" from Man of la Mancha. It's a really good song, but my version has a lot of skips in it.
That's it. ttyl!