The Summer in Reading: August 7, 2021
i am reading this passage:
Sanford Meisner put it this way: “The emotional life of the scene is a river and the words are boats that float on the river.” I like to think of it as finding ways that the subtext can be louder than the text.
Weston, Judith. Directing Actors – 25th Anniversary Edition (p. 110). Michael Wiese Productions. Kindle Edition.
The Summer in Music: September 5, 2020. Soft stillness and the night
Matisse Working in Bed, Aged 80
What I just noticed about God Creating Adam (Michaelangelo)
The Summer in Song: July 17, 2021
Writes NASA Heritage Project:
Ring Around the Cosmos
Except for the rings of Saturn, the Ring Nebula (M57) is probably the most famous celestial band. This planetary nebula’s simple, graceful appearance is thought to be due to perspective — our view from Earth looking straight into what is actually a barrel-shaped cloud of gas shrugged off by a dying central star.
Astronomers of the Hubble Heritage Project produced this strikingly sharp image from NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope by using natural colors to indicate the temperature of the stellar gas shroud. Hot blue gas near the energizing central star gives way to progressively cooler green and yellow gas at greater distances with the coolest red gas along the outer boundary. The Ring Nebula is about one light-year across and 2,000 light-years away in the northern constellation Lyra.
Zac Brown Band, “Same Boat”
The Summer As A Riddle: July 16, 2021
The Summer in Sounds: July 12, 2021
Things to remember this day: Incessant rain. The mailman at the door. A shout in the street. The sound of a silent movie.
And Dr. Macphail watched the rain. It was beginning to get on his nerves. It was not like our soft English rain that drops gently on the earth; it was unmerciful and somehow terrible; you felt in it the malignancy of the primitive powers of nature. It did not pour, it flowed. It was like a deluge from heaven, and it rattled on the roof of corrugated iron with a steady persistence that was maddening. It seemed to have a fury of its own. And sometimes you felt that you must scream if it did not stop, and then suddenly you felt powerless, as though your bones had suddenly become soft; and you were miserable and hopeless.
Somerset Maugham, “Rain”
The Summer in Phrases: July 12, 2021
Every one of those impressions is the impression of the individual in his isolation, each mind keeping as a solitary prisoner its own dream of a world.
Walter Pater, Conclusion, The Renaissance: Studies in Art and Poetry
They that are awake have one world in common, but of the sleeping each turns aside into a world of his own.
Heraclitus, Fragment 89
I have sought for myself.
Heraclitus, Fragment 101