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Jun. 17th, 2002 11:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rushthatspeaksMetamorphoses was indeed magnificent, and I can see why it won so many Tonys. I mean, this is a play in which Phaethon, son of the Sun, asks for the chance to drive the Sun across the sky by whining "Can I have the keys to your car?", yet also a play in which the tableau of Cupid and Psyche was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. It looked like a pre-Raphaelite painting come to life: Cupid with his white wings shadowing the rest of his body lying on a red velvet raft afloat on the dark water, and Psyche, her candelabrum the only source of light, leaning over him, hand over her mouth to keep from disturbing the god... and two of the other actors, invisible, speaking a calm, meditative, neo-Platonic question-and-answer retelling of the myth over their heads, softly as one would tell a bedtime story. I cried at the end, and I don't often cry simply over works of art. I certainly can never recall being moved to tears by a theatrical performance before. The imagery of this play was so spectacular, and the stories so wonderfully paced. The end... well, the entire cast grouped around Baucis and Philemon, who stand in the center of the pool, twined around one another to represent the twinned trees they became, the floating candles in the water glowing like stars, and the actors breathing in unison what they claim the ghosts of Philemon and Baucis say through the tree branches: "Let me die the moment my love dies. Let me not outlive my own capacity to love. Let me die loving, and so never really die..."
And, to speak of love, it was wonderful to see the Boston contingent and our lone New Jerseyite. This apartment is so much quieter without them. It's odd, to have these few days quiet between company and kittens, and Ruth working. I can enjoy silence so much more when I know it is temporary. Still, I miss people already. We should get a house. We all fall into living together so neatly. And, of course, Ruth and I will go and visit soon. Sometime in July. I look forward.
Angst-O-Meter: nil. I am tired and happy.
And, to speak of love, it was wonderful to see the Boston contingent and our lone New Jerseyite. This apartment is so much quieter without them. It's odd, to have these few days quiet between company and kittens, and Ruth working. I can enjoy silence so much more when I know it is temporary. Still, I miss people already. We should get a house. We all fall into living together so neatly. And, of course, Ruth and I will go and visit soon. Sometime in July. I look forward.
Angst-O-Meter: nil. I am tired and happy.
