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Jan. 30th, 2003
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Jan. 30th, 2003 11:18 amWhat care I for the Father,
When I can sit in the lap of the Mother,
The Mother, my fair Mother,
Fair Mother of everything that be!
Second viewing of Holy Well and Sacred Flame was great. I picked a different seat just for the heck of it, and it was a mistake. If any of youse are going tonight, I think the best seats are at 7 o'clock (with the door you walk in from at 6), NOT 11. I didn't sit at 3, so I couldn't say about those. Anyway, the part I was looking forward to- Edmund's 'Pierced' solo, I mostly watched the back of his singing head. He has a fine back of the head, I suppose, but it's the facial expressions I wanted to see. Ah, well.
There were a couple of flubbed lines, but not many. The other young man in the play, a black guy, noticed me reading during intermission and asked what I was reading- I showed him (it was 'Triumph of the Moon') and we chatted very briefly. Since he was closer to where I happened to be sitting, I watched him more. That guy is amazing. I don't think he can sing exceptionally well, but he conveys emotion well. After Edmund sang his 'Pierced' song, he got up to do his Jesus monologue, and there were tears on his cheeks (that song makes me want to cry too). He is talking to Brigid (Irish myth has her as his foster mother) and saying 'I am being called home to my hard-hearted father; but I will dream of you, foster mother, and your love.' Ah, bittersweet.
There was a very touching moment when the Brigid with the sword was dancing around, no words. At one point, she leapt onto a rock and held her sword up, stiff-armed. He came up behind her, crouched, and slowly stood up and wrapped his arms around her in an embrace, bringing her sword arm down. She relaxed very briefly into his arms and tucked her head into her shoulder and closed her eyes, while he bent his head and closed his eyes too. I had a great view of their expressions at that moment, of brief peace and rest, and it was beautiful. I wish I'd had a camera.
For all that it was billed as an Imbolc ritual, there wasn't really anything different. That's fine, though. The show seems to have a high regard for Jesus while at the same time holding a pretty low opinion of Christianity as it's come to be practiced by many -see above quote (and by which I mean the more vocal fundies here in the USA), which mirrors my feelings for the most part. At one point Dagda says "and Jesus- a fine foster-son worthy of us all, though his followers could stand to get laid a little more, and not feel bad about it when they do..." laughter almost drowned out the last part of that line.
I came home to very tasty calabacita. I might have mentioned it before- it's a soup that they've been selling at Taco Cabana, creamy with corn, onion, tomato, and squash. I love the stuff, but half the time when I go back to get more they're out of it. So I asked hub if he could try making it, and he did an outstanding job of it. I may scarf some for lunch.
My head still feels solid, and my ear's started popping too. I need to get past this cold soon.
When I can sit in the lap of the Mother,
The Mother, my fair Mother,
Fair Mother of everything that be!
Second viewing of Holy Well and Sacred Flame was great. I picked a different seat just for the heck of it, and it was a mistake. If any of youse are going tonight, I think the best seats are at 7 o'clock (with the door you walk in from at 6), NOT 11. I didn't sit at 3, so I couldn't say about those. Anyway, the part I was looking forward to- Edmund's 'Pierced' solo, I mostly watched the back of his singing head. He has a fine back of the head, I suppose, but it's the facial expressions I wanted to see. Ah, well.
There were a couple of flubbed lines, but not many. The other young man in the play, a black guy, noticed me reading during intermission and asked what I was reading- I showed him (it was 'Triumph of the Moon') and we chatted very briefly. Since he was closer to where I happened to be sitting, I watched him more. That guy is amazing. I don't think he can sing exceptionally well, but he conveys emotion well. After Edmund sang his 'Pierced' song, he got up to do his Jesus monologue, and there were tears on his cheeks (that song makes me want to cry too). He is talking to Brigid (Irish myth has her as his foster mother) and saying 'I am being called home to my hard-hearted father; but I will dream of you, foster mother, and your love.' Ah, bittersweet.
There was a very touching moment when the Brigid with the sword was dancing around, no words. At one point, she leapt onto a rock and held her sword up, stiff-armed. He came up behind her, crouched, and slowly stood up and wrapped his arms around her in an embrace, bringing her sword arm down. She relaxed very briefly into his arms and tucked her head into her shoulder and closed her eyes, while he bent his head and closed his eyes too. I had a great view of their expressions at that moment, of brief peace and rest, and it was beautiful. I wish I'd had a camera.
For all that it was billed as an Imbolc ritual, there wasn't really anything different. That's fine, though. The show seems to have a high regard for Jesus while at the same time holding a pretty low opinion of Christianity as it's come to be practiced by many -see above quote (and by which I mean the more vocal fundies here in the USA), which mirrors my feelings for the most part. At one point Dagda says "and Jesus- a fine foster-son worthy of us all, though his followers could stand to get laid a little more, and not feel bad about it when they do..." laughter almost drowned out the last part of that line.
I came home to very tasty calabacita. I might have mentioned it before- it's a soup that they've been selling at Taco Cabana, creamy with corn, onion, tomato, and squash. I love the stuff, but half the time when I go back to get more they're out of it. So I asked hub if he could try making it, and he did an outstanding job of it. I may scarf some for lunch.
My head still feels solid, and my ear's started popping too. I need to get past this cold soon.
