Friday, September 13, 2019


Here in 60 Centre Library where my father worked. Yesterday I was at the Jefferson Market library seeing an Emily Bronte presentation; it began at 10PM. It ran through three main rooms, the downstairs catacomb-like reading room and the upstairs reading room and theater room. Wild patterns are on the high hung stage curtains. They're a challenge to remember, like a hotel carpet design of rich greens and gold, maybe some blue. Thereafter I was reading about a light sensitive artist, Olufson? Thanks to my NY review of books subscription. It presented a horrifying streetlamp monotone to Tate Gallery plastered sun. The sun at any time is anything but monotone.
Ah colors.
The young girl playing Catherine Bradshaw began young and aged before our eyes. Her abilities and willingness to display them were so wide-ranged.
She began silently offering words for the audiience to read. When she began speaking she had a lot to ask and say, very introverted in her outgoing engagement. Ultimately, no, don't call her, she is Emily Bronte. However, she began as Catherine, who loves her homeland, and can walk the moors at night.
The mysteries of English landscape come to light, as mysteries despite my being there, in Dartmoor. I was traveling with US students through William and Mary. We explored the countryside. I must have photos of the odd shapes that have grown from the barren landscape. I remember them being a porous rock. I would connect it with the rock on a beach in Ischia. Do they arise, well I'm going to research my own essay here.
So the woman playing Catherine had her own piano accompaniment, which was surprisingly beautiful despite the annoyance of the built in distortion. The material, perhaps improvised, came out so well that she lives with its crispy recording quality. She's using a Casio, she eventually comes to it as a piano playing songwriter, she performs live her own settings of the secret poetry of Emily Bronte. These were all quite beautiful and whatever her character annoyances, is it the self-indulgence she or the characters? She came off very well accompanying herself.
I'm actualy thinking, yes, I'd like to follow this format. Pantomime, audience engagement, dance solo (hers was to a modified Kate Bush recording), then a lot of chatting with overlaps of other interview recordings to supplement the new ones from the audience.
I was here because I resolved the theater group's misfits trademark dispute. This group of Rafaeli Fontini? Is called the Misfits Theatre, which is ok if the word theater always follows. The misfits are also a 70''s horror rock group... and the title of an arthur miller screenplay as welll as a word in common usage encompassing the reasons for its use in of all the above.

Ok, the Wuthering Heights story came to me in hiighschool with great clarity. The opening visit to the window is indelible and it acosts the lives of the milquetoast descendents. I'm remembering the watered down blood of the boiling passings of Heathcliffe and Catherine, that no children, nor visitors to the home on the moors can match it,

So Othello has nothing to do with this? There is an overlap in the English usage of the word Moor?
We're in the south western region of England, ending at Plymouth (Penzance) – Cornwall, moving East word to Exeter (St. Peters Cathedral and University Location for the William and Mary summer program) down to Exmoouth... Biloxi, Paynton, Dartmoor, Salisbury and its Stnoehenge (Devon?), to London. And where is redding in relation to London?
I guess if we went up North along this line we'd come to Bristol and Bath.

The moors also contain the adventure in The Hound of the Baskervilles.

So I'd do Thomas Hardy as Jude the Obscure on the Egden Heath.

I'm going to the internet now. The kingdom of Wessex encompasses Devon, ? Well, it ends at Exeter... wherein lies Dartmoor and the Hay Tor.

Cathy Earnshaw, performed and composed by Sara Page
Written and directed by Callie Nestleroth
Raphael Picciarelli, Misfits Theater Artistic Director, colleague of Paige, daughter of Barbara Weltsek

The term "Moors" refers primarily to the Muslim inhabitants of the Maghreb, the Iberian Peninsula, Sicily, and Malta during the Middle Ages. The Moors initially were the indigenous Maghrebine Berbers.[1] The name was later also applied to Arabs.[2][3]
The dartmoor granite rock is called Hay Tor

The granite which forms the uplands dates from the Carboniferous Period of geological history. The landscape consists of moorland capped with many exposed granite hilltops known as tors, providing habitats for Dartmoor wildlife. The highest point is High Willhays, 621 m (2,037 ft) above sea level. The entire area is rich in antiquities and archaeology.

Haytor, also known as Haytor Rocks,[1] Hay Tor, or occasionally Hey Tor,[2] is a granite tor on the eastern edge of Dartmoor in the English county of Devon. It is at grid reference SX757770, near the village of Haytor Vale in the parish of Ilsington. There is an electoral ward with the same name. The population at the 2011 census is 2,862.[3]

Moorland or moor is a type of habitat found in upland areas in temperate grasslands, savannas, and shrublands and montane grasslands and shrublands biomes, characterised by low-growing vegetation on acidic soils. Moorland nowadays generally means uncultivated hill land (such as Dartmoor in South West England), but includes low-lying wetlands (such as Sedgemoor, also South West England). It is closely related to heath although experts disagree on precisely what distinguishes the types of vegetation. Generally, moor refers to highland, high rainfall zones, whereas heath refers to lowland zones which are more likely to be the result of human activity.[1]


Emily Bronte lived in Yorkshire.  

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Once Upon a Time suggests the beginning of a fairy tale.  The emotions rise because what we would like to see happen to the evildoers gives us the same thrill they would have had if they achieved what they were setting out to do.

That's the issue I will endeavor to consider.  Thanks to their intents we dole out to them (the evil thrill seakers?) their just deserts and we can do so with the same thrill and with righteous impunity.

This considers the thrill of violence, including its only thrilling aspect, as far as I know, because of my general recommendation against it.

Since we are pushed into a violent response, we may as well enjoy it.  That's to be said for all activities.

We may as well enjoy what we do.

There's so much I want to do that I take on 100 and accomplish 10...

or is it that I'm seeking a quick achievement of a combination of what I want to do and what I have to do?

Enough of the above for now, I return to the benefits of enjoying what we have to do.

Well,
Now that I began the first paragraph of this essay there's a personal obligation to expand upon it for the bigger issue, which is the thrill of righteousness in violence and my recommendation against that

My ever refocusing love for movies continually returns me to the perfectionist cinema of Film Professor Tarrantino, so I'm constantly confronting righteous violence toward various somewhat clearly drawn characters, both male and (especially) female.

Here we are, dying on the bed together, commenting, "That was a good hanging."  The end.   

The violence is creative enough but is it blatant enough, blatantly exploiting the basest emotions of the passive observer?   (answer:  yes.)

The end.

etc.