Wherein Christine hies in lonely haste to New York to see the National Theater Live production of Macbeth performed live in the Park Avenue Armory.
No, she did not have a ticket.
Idealistic fool.
And yet,
Success!
Check.
Check.
Third item: Queue for tick…
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Utter failure.
Luckily, there’s another event, just as good, and a lot easier to get tickets for.
To the Lincoln Center Film Society’s showing of Exhibition!
(Followed by Q&A with director Joanna Hogg and conceptual artist Liam Gillick.)
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Watching Exhibition
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Show me myself
Mirror my Heart’s way
That I may see the path it walks along,
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Through others’ eyes
Reflect my life’s dismay
That I may learn a way to right my wrongs,
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Bestill my Heart
And show it to me true
With polished glass and cinematic shine,
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That I may feel
And hear with senses new
How love and fear all others’ lives entwine,
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Show me myself
And show it with your Soul,
So shall we meet, and never feel alone.
* * * * *
Take 2!
Third item: Queue for tick…
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Failure.
Again.
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But wait…
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somehow…
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not?
* * * * *
Mysterious World
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The tides of Fate whisper my Mind below
To show my Heart the truth of where to go;
I feel the pull of vanity withdrawing,
I feel the hold of sanity free-falling;
Below my Heart, my Mind is strong to catch,
Below my Soul, my fingers brush the latch;
Become my calm, which wraps its arms around,
Become the air, which all the world surrounds;
Slip soft within the fountains of the night,
In whom the stars are ever shining bright;
Slip soft, my Song, which whispers with my Fate,
Slip soft, slip true, here comes a guiding state;
Becalm my Soul with my Heart’s Shadow’s pull,
Become the World, and dare to be its gull.
* * * * *
For An Actor
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Keep being who you are,
Keep doing what you do,
Keep telling me those stories
That you feel most true;
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Bring me upon your journey,
Bring me within your Heart,
Keep showing me the laughing tears
That move your every part;
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Keep me entranced with idle jest,
Keep me spell bound with pride,
Bring me to heel with agony
That my tears never dry;
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Hold me within your fantasy
That strives the world to hold,
Touch me with care and empathy:
O, Thus my Heart enfold.
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Keep Acting.
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