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Never, Never, Never Give Up
Aug. 17th, 2010 08:35 amI read, with my curious post-death decathexis feeling, appalling news on the front page, like how the enviro bureaucracies gave BP/Macondo immunity, which really could plunge somebody not concatenating as I am, apparently, on death, into rage and despair at how corruption prevails and nothing is learned (this may be the tragedy of living past the age of 40: my big epiphany on that was reading in RS in like 1984 about girls getting stomped in mosh pits and thinking, wait, this is what I fought a revolution for?).
I then flip to the culture section where there is eight pages of good news. Bernadette Peters has finally, at age 62, taken the role of Desiree in A Little Night Music, which means she gets to sing "Send in the Clowns" on the great white way. Her version has already been called "an indelible moment in the history of musical theater". Dominicans dancing bachata in Central Park, like, a gentleman with his hand on the lady's waist, and hers on his shoulder: eye contact. He is wearing a wife beater and she is wearing Daisy Dukes. A generous review of Jonathan Franzen, who is not to my taste. The Battery Dance Company sponsoring dance troupes or dances from India, Japan, Morocco in the leaf-dappled purlieus of the place where everybody got off the boat. The Harlem jazz museum has purchased 1000 recordings made in the 30s by a sound engineer called William Savory of live swing performances which it was thought had been lost to posterity. This is the feel-good news, that people are going on with their lives and creative self-expression, is, was, ever shall be, pushing out the goodness inch by inch against the dark.
Holden detects a skin job.
I then flip to the culture section where there is eight pages of good news. Bernadette Peters has finally, at age 62, taken the role of Desiree in A Little Night Music, which means she gets to sing "Send in the Clowns" on the great white way. Her version has already been called "an indelible moment in the history of musical theater". Dominicans dancing bachata in Central Park, like, a gentleman with his hand on the lady's waist, and hers on his shoulder: eye contact. He is wearing a wife beater and she is wearing Daisy Dukes. A generous review of Jonathan Franzen, who is not to my taste. The Battery Dance Company sponsoring dance troupes or dances from India, Japan, Morocco in the leaf-dappled purlieus of the place where everybody got off the boat. The Harlem jazz museum has purchased 1000 recordings made in the 30s by a sound engineer called William Savory of live swing performances which it was thought had been lost to posterity. This is the feel-good news, that people are going on with their lives and creative self-expression, is, was, ever shall be, pushing out the goodness inch by inch against the dark.
