Forgot to post. Posting now.
Quite impressed by everybody's work. I judge art (especially theater) by its chill factor... how many chills do I get?... I got lots yesterday.
Fun doing a messenger speech. I have this vague sense that the messengers in Greek theater are a bit under-appreciated. I love this middle-aged dude! He's what I would technically term "way sweet." The speech itself is brilliant, it's fun painting a picture and reliving the glory and joy and terror and sadness of the event. Sophocles and the translator have done a wonderful job of presenting a very simple and clear image, one that can touch the heart. Often flowery language from the mouth impedes emotion because it is so outrageous, bombastic... in expressing something immense, we often resort to the simplest words we know, the words of our childhoods... childhood is where the great vistas of dreams live, and when we have to get at something that makes us feel small, we revert to our small selves. Pure description, with a vivid tangibility and an open-eyed accuracy, devoid of prejudgments or the blind spots they present. Momentary reflections of honest emotion. Near speechlessness. It's all quite lovely.
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