Tuesday, April 01, 2008

A review and a poem.

A review (of Pericles) (a nice one).

A poem (of Yeats) (an excerpt).

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.


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3 Comments:

Blogger Clark said...

Hey, that's a great review. Good job Mel.

I actually used to keep "The Second Coming" in my bag of tricks. Only ever did it once for a call-back but still I had really wanted to memorize it. The Imagery is chilling.

I don't get much chance to audition for other gigs these days but I think I'm gonna try to get a little monologue show together since I feel like I'm getting pretty rusty. Might be something that I could do in the back gallery of Appalachian Brewery.

See you soon Mel.

4/2/08 12:05 PM 
Blogger Jason Appleby said...

The Second Coming is so intellecto-emo before its time.

That said, it is full of win. And one of my faves.

4/2/08 11:06 PM 
Blogger Dr Yobbo said...

All I'm getting from the Yeats refs is 'Nam-style year 12 flashbacks. The horror, the horror...

4/3/08 3:36 AM 

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