eglantine_br (eglantine_br) wrote,
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I have not fallen into a volcano. I have not been kidnapped by anteaters

I am still here in Brooklyn. I just have not been able to get near the desktop. Mike has been playing Fallout, (It is the last week of his summer off, and he is having so much fun with it that I try not to complain.) And Alexander has been doing some complex programming project that seems to involve cursing and staying up for 30 hours at a time. When I say 'I would like to write now guys, and this is where I usually do it,' My voice feels very small.

But I am working on some things. Slowly. Things will be more empty and quiet come September. I just have to be patient.

Tonight I was in the kitchen making nighttime pancakes. I had my headphones on and I was listening again to Dr Faustus.I was doing kitchen stuff and just letting the words slosh. And then I was remembering how we 'did' Shakespeare in high school. The teacher kicked us through Julius Ceaser in my freshman year. Most of the kids were not that into it. I think they thought the stabbiness would appeal to boys or something. I liked it very much. The teacher kept me after, on her own time, to do some more WS with me. But she ran out of time after a while and had to stop.

I think kids that age would love Faustus. I mean the plot is so simple that it feels like Bugs Bunny. And i think the stabbity factor is there too. That just leaves the words. They are not so hard, not if you watch them performed. And Faustus has a sort of self-centered grabbiness that reminds me of teenagers too. He is supposed to be a grownup, but he sure does not act like it!

But they don't teach it. I have a theory about that.   I think sometimes the things that are the most raw and clear in the early modern guys are just too embarrassing to share with a room full of teenagers! Better to pretend that something else was being talked about. Better to skip the whole thing, actually. That way nobody has to think about their parents or teachers knowing what those sex-words mean! Or teenagers knowing, going in the other direction!

Maybe some nice safe Keats....
Tags: from brooklyn, kit marlowe
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