Showing posts with label Falstaff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Falstaff. Show all posts

Sunday, December 22, 2019

December 22, 2019



City Center to see Ailey Revealed. A friend was just telling me how great Judith Jamison is and then I come across her picture. She choreographed two pieces: A Case of You and Divining. Ailey's Revelations was the best. Really liked Rocka My Soul in the Bosom of Abraham.



The bosom of Abraham reminded me of Mistress Quickly's report of Falstaff's death:
Nay, sure, he’s not in hell! He’s in Arthur’s
bosom, if ever man went to Arthur’s bosom.
Mistress Quickly, in William Shakespeare, Henry V, Act 2, Scene 3.

The original:
And it came to pass, that the beggar(Lazarus) died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried;
And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
Luke 16:19-31 King James Version (KJV)



$23.50 win!

Monday, November 11, 2019

November 11, 2019



Veteran's Day!

11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918.



Falstaff!

"If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I
would teach them should be, to forswear thin
potations and to addict themselves to sack."

Henry IV, part 2 | Act 4, Scene 3



Funny!



Charged: The New Movement to Transform American Prosecution and End Mass Incarceration! by Emily Bazelon.

Thought-provoking!



Saw Harriet. Good movie, remarkable woman.

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Monday, October 9, 2017

October 9, 2017



As a warm-up, Blade Runner: The Director's Cut.



Batty: Yes!
[smiles]
Batty: Questions... Morphology? Longevity? Incept dates?
Hannibal Chew: Don't know, I don't know such stuff. I just do eyes, ju-, ju-, just eyes... just genetic design, just eyes. You Nexus, huh? I design your eyes.
Batty: Chew, if only you could see what I've seen with your eyes!



Jackie Chan in Police Story.



FALSTAFF
[…] Well, 'tis no matter.
Honor pricks me on. Yea, but how if honor prick me
off when I come on? How then? Can honor set to a
leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a
wound? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery, then?
No. What is honor? A word. What is in that word
'honor'? What is that 'honor'? Air. A trim reckoning.
Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth
he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. 'Tis insensible,
then. Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the
living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore,
I'll none of it. Honor is a mere scutcheon. And
so ends my catechism.