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I will read all their dreams to the stars

10.21.2008


I took my friend Kristen to see Spring Awakening this Friday. If you remember, I wrote about my desire to see it back in April. So I won't rehash here what I've written about it there, but instead tell you about my reactions to it.

I loved it. I wish I could have seen it again. It was a pretty minimalist show, no huge stage effects or gimmicks, which fit with the late 18th century setting of a strict, modest town in Germany. It would be easy to say that the play is just one big push for a sexual revolution, or at least sex education, and yes, it is. But it's also a hugely humanizing look at adolescence and discoveries of sexuality, both good and bad. The young performers did an incredible job and I was in awe of them. I totally recommend seeing the show if you can (it's on Broadway and on tour) and taking teenagers, even. Who knows how much stronger my reactions might have been if I were a teen when I experienced this show for the first time, though the feelings and confusion expressed are pretty universal.

My favorite songs follow with my favorite lyrics:

1) "My Junk"

See us, winter walking after a storm.
It's chill in the wind but it's warm in your arms.

The stop all snow line, may not be true.

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.


2) "Touch Me"

Touch me-all silent.

Tell me-please-all is forgiven.

Consume my wine

Consume my mind
I'll tell you how, how the winds sigh...

Touch me-just try it.

Now, there-that's it-oh, God that's heaven.

I'll love your light
I'll love you right...

We'll wonder down where where the sins cry...


3) "The Word of Your Body"

Haven’t you heard the word – how I want you?

O, I’m gonna be wounded
O, I’m gonna be your wound

O, I’m gonna bruise you

O, you’re gonna be my bruise


4) "The Guilty Ones"

And now our bodies are the guilty ones –
Our touch

Will fill every hour

Huge and dark

Oh our hearts

Will murmur the blues from on high

Then whisper some silver reply


5) "Left Behind"

The talks you never had,
the saturdays you never spent.

All the 'grown-up' places you never went.
And all of the crying you wouldn't understand.

You just let him cry, 'make a man out of him.'


A shadow passed, a shadow passed, yearning, yearning
For a fool it called a home.
All things he ever wished are left behind.
All the things his mama did to make him mind,

And how his dad had hoped he'd grow.


6) "Totally Fucked"

Yeah, you’re fucked all right – and all for spite
You can kiss your sorry ass goodbye

Totally fucked – will they mess you up?

Well you know they’re gonna try


7) "Those You've Known"
Now they’ll walk on my arm through the distant night
And I won’t let them stray from my heart

Through the wind, through the dark, through the winter light

I will read all their dreams to the stars


I’ll walk with them now

I’ll call on their names

I’ll see their thoughts are known

Oh, Sherrie

10.16.2008



I heard this song on the radio this morning and I am obsessed. Beware: it may get stuck in your head. (It doesn't actually start until about 2 min. in...)

and now the purple dusk of twilight time steals across the meadows of my heart

10.13.2008

Happiness is...

Driving home in the rain after a night of pub trivia, listening to Harry Connick Jr. sing "Stardust."  (I never thought I'd like anyone other than Nat King Cole singing this song, but Harry does it really well.  I prefer his version to Frank Sinatra's AND Bing Crosby's.)


And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that were apart

You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by

Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
Now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song

Beside a garden wall
When stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
A paradise where roses bloom
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of loves refrain

What's that? You want more pictures of Joanne Woodward and Paul Newman?

10.06.2008






Ok, then.

Happy Banned Book Week!

10.01.2008



With a library you are free, not confined by temporary political climates. It is the most democratic of institutions because no one - but no one at all - can tell you what to read and when and how.
– Doris Lessing

I read today that the Twilight series was briefly banned from a middle school district in Orange county last Friday--just in time for Banned Book Week! According to the American Library Association, the week is meant to celebrate "the freedom to choose or the freedom to express one’s opinion even if that opinion might be considered unorthodox or unpopular and stresses the importance of ensuring the availability of those unorthodox or unpopular viewpoints to all who wish to read them. After all, intellectual freedom can exist only where these two essential conditions are met."

Some of my favorite banned/challenged books (source, source):

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller (banned in certain school districts of Ohio and Texas in the 1970s for its several references to 'whores')

The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien (banned--oops, sorry I meant burned outside Christ Community Church in Alamagordo, New Mexico in 2001 along with other Tolkien books believed to be satanic)

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle

The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood

The Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling

A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein

There are a lot more--be sure to read a banned book this week! Yay intellectual freedom!