Mr. Hoffman, This fool rushing in likes your picture, a goodie.
Thank you for the warnings on the movies and Space Mirror!
"the megalomaniacal Kabbalistic impulse to “improve” Creation—for “benevolent purposes,” of course."
Of course and on course, the sun being buffered by particles, and the moon being outshone by mirrors: at the wise benevolent will of the 'gods'. Day and night get married at last. For mental health we get to merge with our shadow selves, and motivate like folks on Ambien in the long hypnogogic twilight, all-vulnerable to exciting demonic entities and adventures, since in sloth and indifference we ceased our evening sacrifice of prayer and confession, and as much as told our guardian angels to get lost. Struggle? Our wills, being only half-asleep, may. Please, in fact, do. The energy makes for great sport, fun fishing. Hear them laugh? We please the 'gods'. And oh say can you see, awesomely. like the New Jerusalem. there's no need of the sun, nor of the moon. Why? The imperial glory of Lucifer doth lighten it.
Yes, that’s the night side of their Eden. One hears it in the excruciating shrieks of agony which Cyclops emits when he is stabbed in the eye in Nolan’s movie.
No limits. Nothing sacred other than the progression of the toboggan’s slide to hell.
Watching torture IS torture. Hearing it can be as bad or worse. And we get to take home the memory so the pain continues. What part of our souls is so dead this is entertainment? A very weak but incredibly persistent hint of it has been watching needles go into arms on TV news, nearly every night since Covid (less with recent wars, fires, floods ...). Needles in arms, same stale footage - for over five years? It wasn't news and it did the opposite of motivate me to get one of their "life-saving" vaccines. Maybe it attracted tattoo addicts.
A person of blackness as Helen of Troy . . . that's a good one.
However, I'm thankful for this movie review because it brings to mind the most cinematic production of the Odyssey I've ever experienced. It's a production that lets you experience the poem the way the ancients did, by hearing it. It is spoken by Ian McKellen, the text rendered into English by Robert Fagles. McKellen makes the story and the characters' speeches come alive as though you were on the scene. Theater of the mind I guess you could call it.
McKellen's telling of Odysseus's attack on the suitors is more vivid than anything I've seen in a movie, and believe me, I've seen a lot of them since 1957 when my cousin and I saw Gregory Peck in Moby Dick and spent the rest of the summer throwing harpoons into a great white whale. (Had you been there you would have seen two crazy kids throwing sharpened pitchfork handles into bales of hay in a hay barn.)
Anyway, that's my tip. Go for the McKellen version. It's 11 CDs and perfect for long road trips. You'll soon be reciting "When the young dawn with her rose-red fingers shone once more" along with him.
Thank you for the recommendation. Fagles’ translation is a good one and McKellen needs no introduction. Their “Odyssey” streams on Audible and Spotify.
Mr. Hoffman, This fool rushing in likes your picture, a goodie.
Thank you for the warnings on the movies and Space Mirror!
"the megalomaniacal Kabbalistic impulse to “improve” Creation—for “benevolent purposes,” of course."
Of course and on course, the sun being buffered by particles, and the moon being outshone by mirrors: at the wise benevolent will of the 'gods'. Day and night get married at last. For mental health we get to merge with our shadow selves, and motivate like folks on Ambien in the long hypnogogic twilight, all-vulnerable to exciting demonic entities and adventures, since in sloth and indifference we ceased our evening sacrifice of prayer and confession, and as much as told our guardian angels to get lost. Struggle? Our wills, being only half-asleep, may. Please, in fact, do. The energy makes for great sport, fun fishing. Hear them laugh? We please the 'gods'. And oh say can you see, awesomely. like the New Jerusalem. there's no need of the sun, nor of the moon. Why? The imperial glory of Lucifer doth lighten it.
To lesscoffee:
Yes, that’s the night side of their Eden. One hears it in the excruciating shrieks of agony which Cyclops emits when he is stabbed in the eye in Nolan’s movie.
No limits. Nothing sacred other than the progression of the toboggan’s slide to hell.
Watching torture IS torture. Hearing it can be as bad or worse. And we get to take home the memory so the pain continues. What part of our souls is so dead this is entertainment? A very weak but incredibly persistent hint of it has been watching needles go into arms on TV news, nearly every night since Covid (less with recent wars, fires, floods ...). Needles in arms, same stale footage - for over five years? It wasn't news and it did the opposite of motivate me to get one of their "life-saving" vaccines. Maybe it attracted tattoo addicts.
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A person of blackness as Helen of Troy . . . that's a good one.
However, I'm thankful for this movie review because it brings to mind the most cinematic production of the Odyssey I've ever experienced. It's a production that lets you experience the poem the way the ancients did, by hearing it. It is spoken by Ian McKellen, the text rendered into English by Robert Fagles. McKellen makes the story and the characters' speeches come alive as though you were on the scene. Theater of the mind I guess you could call it.
McKellen's telling of Odysseus's attack on the suitors is more vivid than anything I've seen in a movie, and believe me, I've seen a lot of them since 1957 when my cousin and I saw Gregory Peck in Moby Dick and spent the rest of the summer throwing harpoons into a great white whale. (Had you been there you would have seen two crazy kids throwing sharpened pitchfork handles into bales of hay in a hay barn.)
Anyway, that's my tip. Go for the McKellen version. It's 11 CDs and perfect for long road trips. You'll soon be reciting "When the young dawn with her rose-red fingers shone once more" along with him.
To Hobnob
Thank you for the recommendation. Fagles’ translation is a good one and McKellen needs no introduction. Their “Odyssey” streams on Audible and Spotify.