Your incessant monologizing fills the castle with ennui
Hey, I've thought of a meme.
Sparked by the fact that I wouldn't actually want to be a Stoppard character—I'd die in a fire or I'd be A.E. Housman—who would you like to be a character in a play by? Why? Whose plays would you absolutely not want to find yourself in? (Nota bene: to be differentiated from the writers whose plays you feel like you're living in already. Given how most of my friendlist seems to be doing, that way lies Oh, yeah? I'll see your O'Neill and raise you Sarah Kane.) No fair just calling Shakespeare.
Otherwise I've stopped sleeping again, which makes the idea of more frequent posts seem even more remote and exhausting. I should still try.
In the meantime: talk to me about theater!
Sparked by the fact that I wouldn't actually want to be a Stoppard character—I'd die in a fire or I'd be A.E. Housman—who would you like to be a character in a play by? Why? Whose plays would you absolutely not want to find yourself in? (Nota bene: to be differentiated from the writers whose plays you feel like you're living in already. Given how most of my friendlist seems to be doing, that way lies Oh, yeah? I'll see your O'Neill and raise you Sarah Kane.) No fair just calling Shakespeare.
Otherwise I've stopped sleeping again, which makes the idea of more frequent posts seem even more remote and exhausting. I should still try.
In the meantime: talk to me about theater!
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I think that being raised Irish Catholic puts me very much in sympathy with Ken MacLeod's comment that coming from the worldview he was raised in (one of the smaller Scots Calvinist-type churches, I cannot recall the specifics) H.P. Lovecraft is an immensely comforting author to discover, because an indifferent arbitrary universe containing nameless horrors is nicer than one with a moral compass that is out to get you; along which lines, George F. Walker goes on the list of people whose plays I would never want to be in under any circumstances.
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I don't think I would care for the nameless horrors. Whether I would prefer an indifferent universe over one that's out to get me depends on my mood, I think. I'm reminded of a poem by Thomas Hardy where he says that he would prefer it if his misfortunes were the result of the gods hating him, because then he could hate them back, but that's not the case: "These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown / Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain."