Thursday, November 17, 2011
Song of a Cabaret Dancer
Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome!
Leave you troubles outside!
So - life is disappointing? Forget it!
We have no troubles here! Here life is beautiful...
For the sun will rise
And the moon will set
And learn how to settle
For what you get.
It will all go on if we're here or not
So who cares? So what?
So who cares? So what?
Mama
Doesn't even have an inkling
That I'm working in a Nightclub
In a pair of Lacy pants.
So please, sir.
If you run into my Mama,
Don't reveal my indiscretion,
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating;
Right this way,
Your table's waiting
Start by admitting
From cradle to tomb
Isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Miserable life creates great works? - Edgar Allan Poe
The life of Edgar Allan Poe, a writer born in Boston on January 19, 1809 and died on October 7, 1849, was one of the most miserable ones I have ever heard of. Poe's father, David Poe Jr., left Edgar when he was not even one year old, and his mother, Eliza Poe, died from tuberculosis a year later. He then lived in the back of the curtain of prop room until he was informally adopted by the Allan family, from which he got his middle name. Edgar Allen Poe attended University of Virginia but soon he dropped out, just like so many poets, after getting involved in gambling and having debts.
Poe, at the age of 18, soon enlisted himself as a private in the United States Army. His stepfather supported Poe to attend the United States Military Academy at West Point, but as soon as Poe was discharged from the Academy, Allan never accepted Poe as a stepson again. Because Poe got an award for his short novel, he could work at Southern Literary Messenger in Richmond from 1835 to 1837. Though he was close to an alcoholic, he wrote lots of creative works, which made the paper popular.
In 1835, 26-year-old Poe married his 13-year-old cousin Virginia Clemm. After experiencing a very poor living conditions during economic crisis in the US, Clemm fell sick; she suffered from tuberculosis and poverty for five years until she died in 1847. In the year Clemm died, Poe wrote a poem Annabel Lee:
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
In the poem Edgar Allan Poe reflected his emotions when he had to let her wife die in poverty. Poe expressed his sadness not only in this poem but also in the Raven.
Poe could only live for two years after his wife's death; he suffered from depression and even tried a suicide with doses of opium. Although he had a couple lovers, with whom he planned to start a new life. On the morning of September 28, 1849, he appeared in a hospital in Baltimore, lingering on the verge of death. It is said that he disappeared without any treatment and on October 3, people in the street found him unconcious; in the hospital he suffered from insanity and in the morning of October 7 he died.
A fictional movie with Edgar Allan Poe is in the making and I am more than excited to watch how this man with the most miserable life will be depicted in the movie! Here is the trailer.
Best places in schools - Libraries!
Georgetown University's Riggs library blew my mind. Look at those gold bars and windows! This library was built in 1889 majorly to make space for 105,000 volumes of university archives and books.
This is University of Chicago's Harper library. It's interesting because not only its ceiling is gorgeous but also it is one of the largest university libraries.
This is Pratt Institute's library, the one I have actually been to. I liked it because its warm colors and round arches created comfortable atmosphere. Though it was not a gigantic library, I could find many intriguing and artsy archives, like culture magazines, lying everywhere in the library (probably because it's an art school library).
University of Pennsylvania's Fine Arts libary has a studious atmosphere -- if I were in that library I'd probably want to study.
This is Yale University's Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library. I love the modern interior and the fact that each block of the column in the middle of the picture is a bookshelf!
Uris library, Cornell's oldest library, is another library with great interior design built in the 19th century. This library is special because of another large, three-story room library called Andrew Dickson White library that is built within it.
I don't know what college and what library I'll end up going but one thing I'm sure that no libraries will give out gigantic chocolate chip cookies or have the sweetest library dog that would put his head on my lap and wait until I pet him.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
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What Poetry Class left me behind,
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Sunday, November 6, 2011
Man of La Mancha
The opening scene shows prisoners in a dungeon during the Inquisition. Don Miguel de Cervantes and his manservant have been put in prison because, as a taxpayer, Cervantes, in favor of equality, foreclosed on a church. Don Miguel, a poet as well as a tax collector, is robbed of his properties and effects the second his is thrown into the prison. The Governor and the Duke, two other men in prison, hold a mock trial for the new inmate to decide on whether or not they should return the stolen items. The Duke charges Cervantes with being "an idealist, a bad poet, and an honest man." Miguel pleads guilty but would like to provide the jury, the other prisoners, with the opportunity to change their minds "in the form of a charade." He enlists the help of his manservant, the Governor, the Duke, and various other inmates to help him perform this story. Thus, the fabulous tale of La Mancha is formed.
Cervantes becomes Senor Quijana, a man who has "left the sane world" and become a knight-errant known as Don Quixote de La Mancha. His manservant becomes Quixote's trusty squire, Sancho, the Governor becomes the innkeeper in La Mancha, and the Duke becomes Quijana's niece's fiance and doctor, Dr. Carrasco. There are three story lines that the audience must keep straight throughout the play. The first layer, as I like to call it, is the prison scene where Cervante's main goal is to convince the to prisoners to return his property to him and get out of jail. The second layer, has Senor Quijana with his niece, doctor, house keeper and the local Padre, who are all trying to get him to once again become a sane person.
Throughout the show, the Padre and Dr. Carrasco are trying to get Quijana to remember who he really his and convince him that everything else is just a dream. The third layer, is the story of Don Quixote, who is trying to be dubbed a knight when he stumbles upon a castle. In this castle, he finds a most wonderful lady named Dulcinea and sets out to make her, his. The only problem with all this is that Quixote is really the only person who sees these things. His lady, Dulcinea, in layer two is really a kitchen maid and a prostitute. The castle in which he visits to gain his knighthood, is really just an inn. Throughout the show, Cervantes, Senor Quijana, and Don Quixote set out to "dream the impossible dream."
If you would like to see more, check out the movie but if you have the opportunity, I would suggest you see the play. You won't regret it.
This is a song that Don Quixote sings to Dulcinea.