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heart sounds & bruits
Aug. 5th, 2016 12:38 amCymbeline is officially called a tragedy, even though it has a happy ending. It's sometimes called a tragicomedy, sometimes a romance (I mean this in the original "sing to me a romance, sire, that splendid trod the starry roads" meaning.)
Imogen's wicked stepmother, called only The Queen, wishes to marry her to his loutish son Cloten but Imogen fell for the commoner Posthumus Leonatus, and so King Cymbeline has Posthumus exiled to Rome and Imogen locked up. Iachimo (Giacomo) persuades Posthumus to make a bet, and so Iachimo attempts to seduce Imogen but if anyone asks, he'll lie. Posthumus falls for this and sends Pisanio to kill Imogen, but Pisanio can't do it. Imogen dresses as a page boy and Pisanio gives her a false death potion a la Romeo and Juliet. Cloten dresses in Posthumus' jacket and blue scarf in our case, while Imogen finds Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus in a cave in Wales and drinks the medicine. Belarius' son beheads Cloten (there is an infographic that shows the deaths in Shakespeare's plays but somehow they didn't include Cymbeline), and Imogen wakes up with the corpse next to her and she thinks it's Posthumus. Rome and Britain are at war and Caius Lucius drafts Imogen into the Roman forces. The Queen dies, but this web of deceits and lies falls apart, Guiderius and Arviragus are revealed to be Imogen's brothers, Rome and Britain make peace, and everyone is forgiven.
Every male character was played by a woman and every female character was played by a man in woman's clothing. When Imogen disguises herself as a man, she is played by a woman wearing the scarf her previous actor wore.
The birds were very loud, as if to say "stop shaking spear I try to woo pretty girl bird so am not sorry" Later, crickets chirping for pretty much the same exact reason replaced the birds chattering amongst themselves. Occasionally, a helicopter flew overhead.
Yep, Cymbeline is a male name. It's the renaissance-era version of Cunobelinus, who was real, the last of Britain's kings.
Imogen was a name invented by Shakespeare.
The woman at the MFA's desk had coiled earrings that weren't snakes because they don't have snake heads on them but can pretend they are.
In the Art of the Americas wing was a small exhibit of works done by local young people, asking them to depict what the word home means to them.
I'll talk about the way the top floor is set up when I have more time to look at it.
A woman watching Cymbeline had on her feet an infinity symbol, a blue sun with orange spikes in the arms of an orange crescent moon, Mateus' sigil engulfed in blue flame, three clovers and three stars, an infinity symbol.
A woman had hair extensions that were an explosion of color, green and pink and purple. Even if it looked like yarn up close, it still looked really cool. A woman had electric lime green hair, another woman had pink hair, another woman had subtle green hair.
A man on the train had a skunk stripe in his hair.
Lily is a musician (I think she said guitar and piano) and is still trying to figure out where she belongs in the world of music and a writer of fictions but not much of an artist. Like me, she isn't a fast writer, unlike me, she's slow with her drawings. She asked me why I use pen instead of pencil and says that she can't abide the texture of graphite or chalk even though she loves the way chalk looks. She called it weird sensory issues but I feel like a lot of people hate the texture of chalk pastels even if they love the way they look. She says that when people are holding books and occasionally looking up at people, they're either writing or drawing. She keeps a book with her writing in it but left it behind because she was in a hurry. She looks like Emma (the Emma I worked with at the wildlife center, the one who is from Massachusetts, the one who looks like my cousin; they're both part-Hungarian. My cousin in question is on the Italian-Hungarian side).
I told her about the woman who makes up stories about the people she sees and she says the trick is to not talk to the people you write about because they're always different.
A woman on the Green Line looked like someone from Blade Runner but she hasn't seen it, she has Zeromus the Condemner's sigil tattooed above her breast and I thought it was the letter S, she was born on July 7 like Rebecca but not like Marc Chagall. She had a star tattooed on her finger. Her hair was a faded pink.
A guy had Zoé the dog with him. A woman looked very familiar but I couldn't place who she looked like, she told me I made her night. Another woman, with dyed hair and with two hearts on her wrist, realistic cross-sections that would form a complete heart if she held her arms together in a praying mantis position, labeled with faith and devotion, said the same thing.
Burning Question: Do you remember the other day when we were all saying nothing Trump said or did could hurt him? Solitayre is starting to think he took that as a challenge.
Imogen's wicked stepmother, called only The Queen, wishes to marry her to his loutish son Cloten but Imogen fell for the commoner Posthumus Leonatus, and so King Cymbeline has Posthumus exiled to Rome and Imogen locked up. Iachimo (Giacomo) persuades Posthumus to make a bet, and so Iachimo attempts to seduce Imogen but if anyone asks, he'll lie. Posthumus falls for this and sends Pisanio to kill Imogen, but Pisanio can't do it. Imogen dresses as a page boy and Pisanio gives her a false death potion a la Romeo and Juliet. Cloten dresses in Posthumus' jacket and blue scarf in our case, while Imogen finds Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus in a cave in Wales and drinks the medicine. Belarius' son beheads Cloten (there is an infographic that shows the deaths in Shakespeare's plays but somehow they didn't include Cymbeline), and Imogen wakes up with the corpse next to her and she thinks it's Posthumus. Rome and Britain are at war and Caius Lucius drafts Imogen into the Roman forces. The Queen dies, but this web of deceits and lies falls apart, Guiderius and Arviragus are revealed to be Imogen's brothers, Rome and Britain make peace, and everyone is forgiven.
Every male character was played by a woman and every female character was played by a man in woman's clothing. When Imogen disguises herself as a man, she is played by a woman wearing the scarf her previous actor wore.
The birds were very loud, as if to say "stop shaking spear I try to woo pretty girl bird so am not sorry" Later, crickets chirping for pretty much the same exact reason replaced the birds chattering amongst themselves. Occasionally, a helicopter flew overhead.
Yep, Cymbeline is a male name. It's the renaissance-era version of Cunobelinus, who was real, the last of Britain's kings.
Imogen was a name invented by Shakespeare.
The woman at the MFA's desk had coiled earrings that weren't snakes because they don't have snake heads on them but can pretend they are.
In the Art of the Americas wing was a small exhibit of works done by local young people, asking them to depict what the word home means to them.
I'll talk about the way the top floor is set up when I have more time to look at it.
A woman watching Cymbeline had on her feet an infinity symbol, a blue sun with orange spikes in the arms of an orange crescent moon, Mateus' sigil engulfed in blue flame, three clovers and three stars, an infinity symbol.
A woman had hair extensions that were an explosion of color, green and pink and purple. Even if it looked like yarn up close, it still looked really cool. A woman had electric lime green hair, another woman had pink hair, another woman had subtle green hair.
A man on the train had a skunk stripe in his hair.
Lily is a musician (I think she said guitar and piano) and is still trying to figure out where she belongs in the world of music and a writer of fictions but not much of an artist. Like me, she isn't a fast writer, unlike me, she's slow with her drawings. She asked me why I use pen instead of pencil and says that she can't abide the texture of graphite or chalk even though she loves the way chalk looks. She called it weird sensory issues but I feel like a lot of people hate the texture of chalk pastels even if they love the way they look. She says that when people are holding books and occasionally looking up at people, they're either writing or drawing. She keeps a book with her writing in it but left it behind because she was in a hurry. She looks like Emma (the Emma I worked with at the wildlife center, the one who is from Massachusetts, the one who looks like my cousin; they're both part-Hungarian. My cousin in question is on the Italian-Hungarian side).
I told her about the woman who makes up stories about the people she sees and she says the trick is to not talk to the people you write about because they're always different.
A woman on the Green Line looked like someone from Blade Runner but she hasn't seen it, she has Zeromus the Condemner's sigil tattooed above her breast and I thought it was the letter S, she was born on July 7 like Rebecca but not like Marc Chagall. She had a star tattooed on her finger. Her hair was a faded pink.
A guy had Zoé the dog with him. A woman looked very familiar but I couldn't place who she looked like, she told me I made her night. Another woman, with dyed hair and with two hearts on her wrist, realistic cross-sections that would form a complete heart if she held her arms together in a praying mantis position, labeled with faith and devotion, said the same thing.
Burning Question: Do you remember the other day when we were all saying nothing Trump said or did could hurt him? Solitayre is starting to think he took that as a challenge.
