- The epigraph to Truman Capote's last (unfinished and untitled) work
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Sweet Dreams
"We are such stuff, as dreams are made of,
And our little life is rounded,
With a sleep."
And our little life is rounded,
With a sleep."
-From William Shakespeare’s The Tempest
Friday, April 04, 2008
Pretty is What Changes
"Changing
It keeps changing
I see towers where there were trees.
Going, all the stillness,
the solitude, Georgie!
Sundays disappearing, all the time,
when things were beautiful.
All things are beautiful, Mother.
All trees, all towers, beautiful.
That tower beautiful, Mother.
See? A perfect tree.
Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother.
Pretty is what changes.
What the eye arranges
is what is beautiful!"
It keeps changing
I see towers where there were trees.
Going, all the stillness,
the solitude, Georgie!
Sundays disappearing, all the time,
when things were beautiful.
All things are beautiful, Mother.
All trees, all towers, beautiful.
That tower beautiful, Mother.
See? A perfect tree.
Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother.
Pretty is what changes.
What the eye arranges
is what is beautiful!"
- Lyrics from Sunday in the Park with George
by Stephen Sondheim, 1984
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