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To keep the writing part of my brain happy in the middle of doing other stuff, I seem to be coming up with another "Person of Interest" fic, though (like "Improbability") it's more of a style exercise than anything attempting to have a plot. I should probably knock on wood as I type that, but I think plot-acquisition is unlikely; it's about dreams. Title is "Children of an Idle Brain" because apparently PoI fics need titles from "Romeo and Juliet" (or at least they have twice).
Not unrelated to this, P. and I ventured through the maze of highways to Shirlington last night to see "Shakespeare's R&J," which is a version of the play set in a repressive boys' school, with four actors who start out reading from the banned text late at night and end up acting it out/living it in some fashion (reality is a little flexible, deliciously so). It was very well done and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It helped to know the play well, especially at moments like the scene in Friar Lawrence's cell with the Nurse, when the line "O Lord, I could have stayed here all the night to hear good counsel; O, what learning is!", usually played with adulation, is given a whole different twist that reflects the attitudes and relationship of the actors. And Paris (who never appears) was God, I think. Anyway, it was fun in an intense way, with boys kissing. (We saw a commedia dell'arte version of R&J recently, too. I think I am pretty saturated. Although this doesn't stop me poaching titles, nor growing a pepper called Romeo and a tomato called Juliet for this summer's garden.)
New PoI episode this week! "Proteus," hm. Because if it's not birds it's transformation myth; this show knows my obsessions way too well. Speaking of which, we're off to the theatre again Tuesday, to see an adaptation of Ovid's "Metamorphoses" with a big splashy pool of water in the middle of the stage. That should have an interesting effect on my dream-imagery.
Not unrelated to this, P. and I ventured through the maze of highways to Shirlington last night to see "Shakespeare's R&J," which is a version of the play set in a repressive boys' school, with four actors who start out reading from the banned text late at night and end up acting it out/living it in some fashion (reality is a little flexible, deliciously so). It was very well done and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It helped to know the play well, especially at moments like the scene in Friar Lawrence's cell with the Nurse, when the line "O Lord, I could have stayed here all the night to hear good counsel; O, what learning is!", usually played with adulation, is given a whole different twist that reflects the attitudes and relationship of the actors. And Paris (who never appears) was God, I think. Anyway, it was fun in an intense way, with boys kissing. (We saw a commedia dell'arte version of R&J recently, too. I think I am pretty saturated. Although this doesn't stop me poaching titles, nor growing a pepper called Romeo and a tomato called Juliet for this summer's garden.)
New PoI episode this week! "Proteus," hm. Because if it's not birds it's transformation myth; this show knows my obsessions way too well. Speaking of which, we're off to the theatre again Tuesday, to see an adaptation of Ovid's "Metamorphoses" with a big splashy pool of water in the middle of the stage. That should have an interesting effect on my dream-imagery.
