Friday, December 30, 2011

Alfred: Jarry




With Alfred Vallette thrown in there just for good measure.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Alfred: Lord Tennyson


"And moving thro' a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot:
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village-churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
Pass onward from Shalott."

-- The Lady of Shalott


Photograph by Charles Dodgson.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Heartbreakers

So contrary to popular opinion, I do actually listen to other music besides Morrissey. Infrequently at best, but still.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Discerning Cats



I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that cats love obscure French literature. Although, to be fair, Isabelle is reading an English translation. Scarlett requires her Proust untranslated. I respect that.

Monday, December 5, 2011

A Shyness that is Criminally Vulgar


During finals week my eternal crush on Morrissey seems to intensify. As does my love of New Wave (do.not.judge). ...As does my desire to clean my entire house, cook, knit, make tea...Hm. Procrastination? Perhaps. Ah, life!


Reporter: Did you hear t.A.T.u.'s version of "How Soon Is Now?"
Morissey: Yes, it was magnificent. Absolutely. Again, I don't know much about them.
Reporter: They are teenage Russian lesbians.
Morissey: Well, aren't we all?

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Friday, December 2, 2011

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Parts








In honor of Gombrowicz.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Théâtre



“Si nous faisons du théâtre ce n'est pas pour jouer des pièces mais pour arriver à ce que tout ce qu'il y a d'obscur dans l'esprit, d'enfoui, d'irrévélé se manifeste en une sorte de projection matérielle.”

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Tuesday, November 15, 2011