I know I said I couldn't read but I did read The Tempest. And I watched a performance of it- this- and it was absolutely lovely to hear the language spoken aloud, and wonderful to see the masque. And somehow Caliban seemed even more heartbreaking than when I'd read it. And then I mined the marvels of iTunes University and found a lecture that was a bit rambly but still helpful to make the experience complete.
Except it didn't ever really feel complete because of course I had to do it all in mostly ten or fifteen minute increments stretched out over weeks but that's just the way it is and it feels very much like if I'm going to have any kind of inner life right now it's going to have to be snatched and stolen. And I think it's going to be that way for quite some time. If I wait for that great big fantasy block of free time to materialize, another ten years will go by without my getting around to any of the things I've always longed to read.
And it did feel good to be reading something challenging again. I think I'd like to try one of the tragedies next- Macbeth, Hamlet, Lear, Othelo... any suggestions?
The song doesn't actually have anything to do with any of it really but it's the opening track of one of my favorite albums of the year. In this one I particularly like the end and the way it builds and builds upon itself (like waves? I ask you.) and somehow soars even as it fades.
Vetiver - Rolling Sea
The photos are from a lovely little nook in Golden Gate Park.