Ladyjosie2412

Okay thanks so it is the book behind the show?

poehler-bear

It is

Gelfling

Really??? Wow that's something that would definitely need some great staging but I'd love to see it!
I think the movie lost substance also because they were trying to make it look good but they wanted not to piss too many people off with the religious angle... which is kinda important to the story?

it's like reading another version of history where you don't know what's going to happen. What characters would you bet on for the end game? I'm sure we had this conversation before

It's a really good series, Josie, you should try it.

Ladyjosie2412

yes in London as far as I know... it was set over two nights... I never watched it myself, but just heard about from someone who had...
yes I agree that is what got lost with in the movie. and yes they did try to do that, and it is very imporant for the story line... it was also the reason behind the fact that they could only do the first one and not even the complet book... because they could not cut the whole religion issue out or down that much in the next two...

okay thanks I will think about it.. then I get the time...

EndlessღLove

Don't even mention it, I would kill to see Patti LuPone doing Evita Not fair, sometimes I feel like I was born in the wrong year.
I love Elena. She is kinda trying to follow Patti's steps or something because she played Evita and Fantine in "Les Misérables", just lilke Patti. I don't think she has the chance to win a Tony but who knows..
A different cast ? Really ? Crap :/

Yes, please,

Kiki17

hahaha! Too hilarious!

Oh also I also saw a play since my last post! When Fluff was here we saw "Other Dessert Cities" It was good, Stockard its GOD

As for crying during books, if its sad I can almost guarantee you, I would be crying like a baby I am a softy!

Gelfling

Well no, they had the intention of doing the whole thing. They just bombed so hard with the first one, it prevented us from having to suffer through the whole catastrophe

And you saw Normal Heart before that! You are not a Broadway virgin anymore! Mazel Tov

She's also been in the Sound of Music (and I think Mary Poppins ) so it's just casting. She can try though but she's no Lupone. Not yet at least.
I like her too btw, I sound harsh but she's really not bad at all.

Well it's rare for original casts to go more than a year, often less than that. It's very demanding.

And here are pics from the production, curtain call and opening night

EndlessღLove

Yes, ofc she is not ! She is not even close But my point is that both of them have done the same roles
I think Elena is great, maybe I am being a little biased because she is from Argentina But really, I love her


Thank you so much She is so pretty

Miss Femina

This one I really recommend! You need to read it with strong spirits and minds! It's tough!

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And a new poem by another Portuguese Author

Standing at Fearful Attention, by Alexandre O’Neill

Standing at fearful attention, we’re grateful
to fear, which keeps us from going mad.
Decision and courage are bad
for our health; life without living is safer.

Adventurers whose adventures are history,
standing in fear we struggle against
ironic ghosts in our ongoing quest
for what we never were and won’t be.

Standing in fear with no voice of our own,
our heart ground up by our teeth, we are
the madmen, we’re our own ghosts.

A flock of sheep pursued by fear,
we live so together and so alone
that life’s meaning has disappeared.

LGC

Excellent! He seemed to be so passionate.

I found some other poems by him, and I like this part of An Unoriginal Poem About Fear

I think about what fear will have
and I’m afraid
that’s exactly
what fear wants

Miss Femina

"Tranquilamente hablando", by Gabriel Celaya

PUEDE reírse el mundo
con sus mandíbulas, con sus huesos,
su esqueleto batiente de rabia seca y dura,
con sarcasmo y aristas,
puede reírse, enorme, sin verme tan siquiera.
Porque estoy solo, y, solo,
yo lloro, no lo entiendo.

Pese al odio, al cansancio, las lágrimas, los dientes,
pese a las durezas de sangre congelada,
yo que pude seguirlo,
reírme como el mundo,
no lo entiendo -es sencillo_
no entiendo su locura.

Si sube la marea,
si estoy en el balcón, y es de noche, y me crece
por dentro una ternura,
no lo entiendo, no entiendo
(debo ser algo tonto),
no entiendo esos ladridos y esa espuma del odio.

Serena noche, lenta
procesión de otros mundos,
vosotros que sabéis qué chiquito es mi pecho,
sabéis también que late,
que, triste, llama dentro
mi corazón sin nadie,
mi angustia sin destino
mi sola soledad en medio de la risa.

LGC

Thanks for it Joana! Very meaningful. Have you read something from García Lorca? They were contemporaries, I believe.


This one was written by a great Spanish poet.

¿Qué importa? by Felipe León

¿Qué
importa
que la estrella
esté remota
y deshecha
la rosa?
Aún tendremos
el brillo y el aroma.

Gelfling

the end

Miss Femina

I have, and I like him also! I guess it all depends on my mood!

Tonight, this is it! (it's a long one)

Auguries of Innocence, by William Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-c o c k clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

Gelfling

that has to be my favorite ending for a poem by Blake ever.