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Quiet, It's Sunday. [Nov. 23rd, 2003|06:13 am]
Channel surfing, I came across the PBS version of Oklahoma, based on a British revival of a few years ago. The guy playing Curly looked familiar. After a moment, I realized with a shock that it was none other than Hugh Jackman! I had no idea he had ever done a musical. While his accent did tend to slide from broad mock Oklahoman back to his native Australian from time to time, his acting was good overall, and, surprisingly, he's not a bad singer of the Broadway musical style -- no Gordon McRae, but still more than adequate to the part. His dancing is not as impressive. (Neither was McRae's -- in the movie version Curly's part in the ballet was taken by a professional dancer, while Jackman did it himself in the television version, with some awkwardness.) This revelation of Hugh's vocal talents has given me a splendid idea. I can see it now: Wolverine -- the Musical! But who could we get to write the score? Not Elton John, to be sure. Bowie, perhaps? Maybe Jacko could do it. He's going to have lots of time to work on such projects in prison -- in between rapes, of course. Or maybe The Artist Prince, Formerly Known as The Artist Formerly Known as Prince, would be available. So many options, it will be difficult to decide. But I'm convinced -- this must be done!

Before I wandered into the nether world of the television, I left the house for a while to watch the night. Standing on the porch about midnight, I heard the soft clopping that told of the arrival of deer. They rustled the wild plum bushes along the side yard. Because the night was moonless, I knew I'd never see them unless I used my flashlight, but I didn't want to disturb them. I sneaked back into the house as quietly as possible. They probably heard me but, sensing no danger, went about their deer business by wan starlight. I was happy to leave the chill, breezy air to them. If I had deer's skin, I might be able to enjoy this season more.

Later, I spent a bit of time reading, and found something to post which, given the repetitive content of my journal most days, strikes me as singularly to the point.


by John Ashbery

Alone with our madness and favorite flower
We see that there really is nothing left to write about.
Or rather, it is necessary to write about the same old things
In the same way, repeating the same things over and over
For love to continue and be gradually different.

Beehives and ants have to be reexamined eternally
And the color of the day put in
Hundreds of times and varied from summer to winter
For it to get slowed down to the pace of an authentic
Saraband and huddle there, alive and resting.

Only then can the chronic inattention
Of our lives drape itself around us, conciliatory
And with one eye on those long tan plush shadows
That speak so deeply into our unprepared knowledge
Of ourselves, the talking engines of our day.

[User Picture]From: daisydumont
2003-11-23 06:24 am (UTC)
hey, i'd pay to see that musical! :D

the poem is startling. it really hits me. thank you, i'd never read it before.
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2003-11-23 04:31 pm (UTC)
Oddly, I don't recall reading that poem before last night, myself, even though I've had the book it's in (Ashbery's As We Know) for years. That's one of the marvelous things about books of poetry; they can still surprise you with something new even when you think you know them well.
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From: mrmustard
2003-11-23 06:27 am (UTC)


You should put that in the "biography" of your journal information.

Your entries help me a great deal. They remind me that there is no getting jaded in the face of nature... and often when I go outside I remember to take in what's going on because I've recently read one of your posts.

As for Wolverine -- the Musical!, I would say the person NOT to do your score is Sondheim. I understand his projects aren't making it to Broadway these days and since Rosie O'Donnell didn't lose the lawsuit against her, she may be up for your project after Taboo closes, which should be in about three weeks.
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2003-11-23 04:25 pm (UTC)

Re: Excellent

Hugh and Rosie. Now there is splendid casting for a Broadway musical! The perfect complements of old-fashioned, stylish, sophisticated masculinity and modern, brassy, in-your-face masculinity! But who could I get to play the female lead?
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[User Picture]From: leprosy
2003-11-23 12:10 pm (UTC)
You need a deer's skin, deer visit your yard. Problem solved if you ask me.
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2003-11-23 04:15 pm (UTC)
I was thinking more of becoming a mutant and growing my own deer skin. True, I could slaughter and flay one of the deer who visit me (as long as no guns were involved, shooting being illegal within the town limits), but second-hand deer skin never quite fits properly. Deer are the wrong shape, and no amount of tailoring ever seems to be enough to turn the skin of a deer into a skin for a human. The same goes for the skins of other beasts, though I must admit to owning a piece of cow which I wear from time to time.
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[User Picture]From: leprosy
2003-11-23 04:46 pm (UTC)
don't worry, the NRA will soon fix the laws about shooting inside town limits.
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[User Picture]From: marseille
2003-11-23 04:36 pm (UTC)
That poem was startlingly apt! I find myself quite repetetive, as well. Even when there's more to write, I find myself falling into the same patterns of complaint.
Strange ideas for musicals...not that some that have been done haven't been as strange.
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