Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Hiking Boots Rub Ankle

OTHELLO AND THE THEATRE TODAY

Last Sunday I went to see Othello Arthur Cyril (director) New Phoenix Theatre in Osimo.
Although a few kilometers from here I've never seen this theater and it was a very welcome surprise. I will return to speak of the unknown wonders of this region that I am discovering little by little in this period and that fills me with enthusiasm.
Returning to Shakespeare's tragedy, I must preface that I have a sincere admiration for Shakespeare, a kind of love that persists in time for his intelligence, poetry, unique and inimitable ability to translate feelings into words and feelings that the majority of we mortals are inexplicable.
His works are, in my opinion, so perfect that anyone is going to interpret them in a theater should first place to worry about transposing on the boards of the stage exactly the author's intentions.

I discovered, however, that the modern tendency is rather to "interpret" in a modern way, "modernize" and make them so appealing to everyone.
So it was for Cyril that led Othello to the stage with a backdrop of walls made of self-propelled and small wrought-iron beds with small wheels. The costumes, for some reason, they were in colonial style and the dialogue had been altered to include such words as "fuck" and scurrilous gestures.

Desdemona, the incarnation of pure and exalted, has become a comic-opera character, a kind of Paris Hilton and social life devoted to Othello, which was to be the incarnation of the passion that blinds to kill and kill until he was an epileptic and a bit weak 'tattered.

The only character who has remained almost unchanged was Iago, played by the director himself, who has shown a remarkable ability to interpret.

I wonder, but that's changing needs Shakespeare? Why not invent something new instead? And why do you think that Shakespeare should be altered to be digested by the people? Are we all become the only idiot dedicated to Big Brother? And if so, would not be better, then, do something to raise the level cultural rather than wreak havoc in the artistic perfection as he did this film?

The theater was full and people applauded and I felt a kind of caryatid trying to stop progress ...

What do you think?

Monday, November 22, 2010

Stab Myself With Cat Insulin Needle

REFLECTIONS ECONOMY

reading some news today I realized that there is a paradoxical situation. Good for all, from an economic point of view, would be to give the chance for everyone to have what everyone wants. Not everyone wants the same things, there are those who would like to have a yacht, who would like jewels, who wants to have cars, who would like to have powerful self, someone else would take a farm in the country, others would have a publishing house to publish all the books I prefer, or maybe just her ... someone else wants to put his life in service to others, others would just pray ...
I think for every person there are different desires.
The common good is therefore to construct a reality that allows every individual to be able to get what they want with the only limit not to obstruct the freedom of others.
more I read of social justice, in economic terms, the more I realize, however, that attention is in general not allow those who did not have but rather to make sure that those who are entitled to have, always watching an eye of suspicion as to whether the fact those few who have what they want to be the reason why others do not have what they want.
E 'points of view expressed but maybe not so widely shared.
I believe that this world has the resources necessary to give everyone what they want more with no limit except that the restriction of the freedom of others.
Those who have made it should be acclaimed. Who is rich is not necessarily a thief. But who said that?

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Can I Kill Myself With Ativan

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Why Men Spread Their Legs Around Women

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Diverticulitis And Gay

cold and winter.

I do not think I'll get used to winter ever. I keep on living but inside I have been on strike and protest. The vital functions and intellectuals are the irreducible minimum.

The cold freezes my thoughts and my emotions and I would love to be one of those animals with the advance of the cold goes into hibernation, waiting for the sun melts the snow and back on the colors. I love to sleep in the morning and this time I have to force myself to throw myself out of bed and face another day.

The winter has its good points here to the sea, empty beaches, the sea roaring on the move against the wind that sweeps with such cruelty, the smell of salt air that seems to invade and dominate every other smell. They are all fascinating and attractive aspects for me.

The streets are teeming with people during the summer are completely deserted. You only see cars. No one walking or cycling adventure this season. It is not because face colder here than elsewhere, but the humidity is so high that seems to be colder than the thermometer indicates.

When I think of winter, I am always reminded of Ingmar Bergman's autobiography, The Magic Lantern, describes so well the mood to read this book was like reading a piece of me, how I feel this season. And this artist was so full of poetry that melts the heart with its tenderness.

And you what happens in winter?

Monday, November 15, 2010

Ovulation And Mucus Clump

Arco di Trento-Wall St-Paul in memory of Hugh ischial

Saturday as usual last month, you go to Arco, the way is: In memory of Hugh Ischia, it's me, Mark, Busso, Claudio Alex and John.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Singles Resorts All Inclusive Punta Cana

Selene-Wall Street-South St. Paul

Signature ... How to be beautiful .. Grill .... another good way of roof slabs and corners with Mark ... just beautiful.


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first of a beautiful cross from the second ..... that's why her!
Posa Plastica ...
hello Ettore

Head Muscle Spasm Anxiety

A Five Days in Amsterdam

... It 's already thanks to the hospitality of Yolanda and Walter, saw this fantastic city, color, bikes, fast food, windmills, Red discrit, coffee shops and museums create a modern and multi-ethnic .. recommend it to everyone ... hello













Monday, November 1, 2010

Wrong Way Of Contacts