Going to the poetry readying at Macaulay, made me realize that poetry readings are more than just reading out a poem. We were presented to 4 different writers; each had their own writing style, each had their own way to present it. What I found interesting that the way we present a poem has to reflect what the poem is about. When the writing reflects grief it cannot be read loudly with a happy intonation. Contrary it has to be presented slowly, with respect to writer’s intention.

I still remember Quartett. I still remember how, even though I tried researching the story it was based on (Le Liaisons Dangereuses) I still was confused by the story. I remember how it was like a freakshow; wild, avant-garde, and quite edgy, and still (and probably because of this) I loved it. I loved its play between Valmont and the Marquise, not knowing who was playing who. (Valmont said he was a woman, which confused me.) I loved its lighting, its use of rock and rap (seeing Valmont rap was hilarious and fascinating) and its minimalistic yet striking sets.

 After arriving at the theater, I realized the place in itself was a real beauty. It looked a bit run down but in a classy, timeless way rather than dirty and unkempt. As the performance began I noticed that there were five actors which contrasts the traditional two actors that play four roles. Additionally, the fifth actor played a fifth role which was not seen in the original script. His exact purpose still remains fuzzy to me, but he seemed to be the ice breaker, the comedian, the entertainer.

Since I went to see this exhibit at the French Institute: Alliance Franciase, I have been asking myself if it is possible that billboards and magazines of our days will in the future become a artwork in itself.

I was able to watch The Nutcracker today in the library, and I remember from the various other times in my life when I saw the ballet, I loved it, and it was sort of a Christmas tradition for a few years. However, at least for the version I saw, I really didn't like it. It was sappy and insipid, overly sweet and gaudy like watching It's a Wonderful Life while listening to Pat Boone singing Christmas songs, and reading a bunch of Hallmark cards.