The Strange Ones (2017) Directed by Christopher Radcliff & Lauren Wolkstein, Cinematography by Todd Banhazl "The things inside your head, they're only as real as you want them to be. So if you want, you can just decide they're not real."
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The Strange Ones (2017) Directed by Christopher Radcliff & Lauren Wolkstein, Cinematography by Todd Banhazl "The things inside your head, they're only as real as you want them to be. So if you want, you can just decide they're not real."
“Venus” by Suzan Lori-Parks
Pershing Square Signature Center, 2017
Starring Hannah Cabell, John Ellison Conlee, Randy Danson, Adam Green, Birgit Huppuch, Zainab Jah, Kevin Mambo, Patrena Murray, Reynaldo Piniella, Julian Rozzell & Tony Torn
John Banville's Love in the Wars after Kleist's Penthesilea at Bard Summerscape by Michael Miller
read the full article at http://newyorkarts.net/2014/08/john-banvills-love-wars-kleist-penthesilea-bard-summerscape/
John Banville's Love in the Wars after Kleist's Penthesilea at Bard Summerscape
If one has read one’s Classics, or has acquired a passion for ancient literature later in life and has read, say, Homer and the tragic poets with some attention, or, perhaps I should say, is older than fifty, one, in some human situation, whether intimate, passionate, urgent, or trivial, will occasionally get an uncanny feeling that one is living out Greek myth—that under one’s skin Achilles, Hermes, or Thetis are making us act and speak from within, as if we twenty-first century humans were nothing more than costumes for some drama of great antiquity that plays itself out continuously over millennia in strands intertwined with other narratives. Is this fate, or archetype, or merely common or garden human nature, observed as keenly by Homer, Pindar, and Euripides as by Dickens, Nietzsche, or Proust?