Tuesday, April 16, 2019
Readingnote 5 (11)
Desiree wear shoes, and she meets Daniel Beauxhomme. Even though they do not formally introduce themselves, Daniel Beauxhomme is familiar of the girl (Desiree). Desiree lives outside the hotel near the pool where she can see the light of Daniel's room. One night, in her dream (I suppose), Daniel comes to her and laid with her. Desiree sings songs for him.
Desiree had never worn shoes. Her feet were large, her toes long, straight, and wide apart. These liberated toes she forced together to make them fit the confinement of the unyielding plastic of the too-small shoes.
She smiled. It's he. It's he at last. She sighed. At last it's he. Her brilliant smile attracted young Daniel Beauxhomme, who said to her, "Mademoiselle, your face is not strange to me. Who are you? From where do I know you?"
I shall never leave these grounds again, Desiree Dieu-Donne vowwed, looking around her. I shall die before I do. As through in answer to her silent vow, a papillon came to rest on an azalea ush beside the steps. Quickly Desiree captured it and put it into her cage. A nearby artisan, seeing her ritual, inquired what she had done. Desiree laughed gaily. Hearing her loud, happy laughter, all the artisans laughed along with her.
Desiree lived in a sort of terror. But never had she lived so well. When darkness came, when guests gave up outdoor pleasures, when the night watchmen replaced those who worked days, the grounds became her playland. then she kicked off her shoes, eased her sore feet in cool grass, and in the happiness brought her by the release from pain she ran and played freely. In the orchards she gathered fruits. She ate them along with the leavings of guests' dinners, placed in buckets outside the kitchen for collectors. Meats she had never before tasted, buttered bread, legumes cooked in strange sauces became her nightly meals. She bathed in swimming pools where bats swooped down to quench their thirst. She washed her clothes. she washed her hair and combed it with her magic comb. Stretching out at the side of the pool, as black as the night that absorbed her, she listened tot eh laughter of guests, to music playing, to the coming and going of cars, while gazing up at the windows of Daniel Beauxhomme's room. Only when his lights went out did she go to sleep.
Never did she attempt to go into the hotel, or to try to see Daniel Beauxhomme. She longed to. But she feared being caught and banished from the grounds and losing forever her chance to save him. This forced her to exercise patience. The gods had sent her to him. She had to use her patience, until they sent him to her. And they did.
Desiree had never worn shoes. Her feet were large, her toes long, straight, and wide apart. These liberated toes she forced together to make them fit the confinement of the unyielding plastic of the too-small shoes.
She smiled. It's he. It's he at last. She sighed. At last it's he. Her brilliant smile attracted young Daniel Beauxhomme, who said to her, "Mademoiselle, your face is not strange to me. Who are you? From where do I know you?"
I shall never leave these grounds again, Desiree Dieu-Donne vowwed, looking around her. I shall die before I do. As through in answer to her silent vow, a papillon came to rest on an azalea ush beside the steps. Quickly Desiree captured it and put it into her cage. A nearby artisan, seeing her ritual, inquired what she had done. Desiree laughed gaily. Hearing her loud, happy laughter, all the artisans laughed along with her.
Desiree lived in a sort of terror. But never had she lived so well. When darkness came, when guests gave up outdoor pleasures, when the night watchmen replaced those who worked days, the grounds became her playland. then she kicked off her shoes, eased her sore feet in cool grass, and in the happiness brought her by the release from pain she ran and played freely. In the orchards she gathered fruits. She ate them along with the leavings of guests' dinners, placed in buckets outside the kitchen for collectors. Meats she had never before tasted, buttered bread, legumes cooked in strange sauces became her nightly meals. She bathed in swimming pools where bats swooped down to quench their thirst. She washed her clothes. she washed her hair and combed it with her magic comb. Stretching out at the side of the pool, as black as the night that absorbed her, she listened tot eh laughter of guests, to music playing, to the coming and going of cars, while gazing up at the windows of Daniel Beauxhomme's room. Only when his lights went out did she go to sleep.
Never did she attempt to go into the hotel, or to try to see Daniel Beauxhomme. She longed to. But she feared being caught and banished from the grounds and losing forever her chance to save him. This forced her to exercise patience. The gods had sent her to him. She had to use her patience, until they sent him to her. And they did.
Readingnote 4 (8-10)
Desiree started her journey. She saw a lot of people, peasant, vendor, women, men, and city people, the riches. She was being challenged, discouraged and was starving; She begun to doubt and question the gods after seeing those gods argue with each other, and then she regain the religious hope because she got food. She was also practicing patience along the way, because the road seems long and endless. She went to a town, went to a forest. She met another peasant girl who lost her parents, and then she met the city. She was scared by the light of the city, but she did not stop walking. When the reality is revealed before the idealism, there is another broken American dream.
How vain, how selfish, how proud and petty were these gods to whom the gentle peasants humbled themselves. How they scorned one another. And their ridiculous schemes. Agwe--- tall, beautiful, his lofty head of the richest blue-green seaweed decorated in gold--- strutted back and forth as he had in the houngfor, his wicked eyes a blazing blue. Ah, the arrogance with which he threw back his head. But for whom did this selfish god care? Asaka sat sulking, looking drab and ragged in a brown dress. Erzulie, forever lovely, paraded herself so vainly. And all the while the gods preeened, Papa Ge sat in the background with a smug smile on his mouth, his bloodied teeth clutching a cigar, and looked beyond Agwe and Erzulie and Asaka.
The two women turned to look at each other through the darkness. Then they pushed their heads out over their wooden crates. They looked first at Desiree's thick, uncombed hair and her ragged dress, then stretched out their necks to peer down at the peasant girl's feet. They laughed. Their laughter traveled down the road from vendor to vendor, so that at one moment laughter followed her, then soon laughter preceded her. Vendors left their crates to stand on the road to await her coming. "To the dreamer all things are possible," one vendor said. "Ti fille, go back to sleep, oui."
What if she lost her looks? She put both hands to her face. Only did she think of the gods. She had been so critical of them. So how to call on them for help? Discouraged, but now knowing how long the road was, Desiree abandoned all thought of sleep. She walked through that day and well into the night. Then her strength failed. Finding a tree with wide-spread-slept the clock around through the following night.
As she watched the resplendent women dancing in the arms of men, the peasant firl sensed a stirring within. Fear spread through her, up from the soles of her feet, through her body, her face, her head--- an unnamed fear, never before felt. She started to run. But this unnamed anxiety blinded her, and she tripped and fell facedown. Not on ground--- on concrete, which did not yield to her weight. It bruised her face, the palms of her hands, her knees. more than the cars with htheir blinding lights, more than the music and the houses, this strange hardness caused her deeper unease. She who had traveled night and day with courage and confidence now suddenly succumbed to despair at the strangeness aroung her.
As she watched the resplendent women dancing in the arms of men, the peasant firl sensed a stirring within. Fear spread through her, up from the soles of her feet, through her body, her face, her head--- an unnamed fear, never before felt. She started to run. But this unnamed anxiety blinded her, and she tripped and fell facedown. Not on ground--- on concrete, which did not yield to her weight. It bruised her face, the palms of her hands, her knees. more than the cars with htheir blinding lights, more than the music and the houses, this strange hardness caused her deeper unease. She who had traveled night and day with courage and confidence now suddenly succumbed to despair at the strangeness aroung her.
Monday, April 8, 2019
Twelfth Night
Twelfth Night
Brittany Bland-- Projection Designer
Zachry J. Bailey-- Assistant Stage Manager
Carl Cofield-- Director
Byron Easley-- Choreographer
Mika H. Eubanks-- Costume Designer
Molly Fitzmaurice-- Production Dramaturg
Abigail Gandy-- Stage Manager
Frederick Kennedy-- Composer and Sound Designer
Samuel Kwan Chi Chan-- Lighting Designer
David Phelps-- Technical Director
Riw Rakkulchon-- Scenic Designer
Cast
Abubakr Ali-- Sir Andrew Aguecheek
Erron Crawford-- Feste
William Demeritt-- Orsino
Allen Gilmore-- Malvolio
Tiffany Denise Hobbs-- Olivia
Moses Ingram-- Viola
Manu Kumasi-- Antonio
Chivas Michael-- Sir Toby
Ilia Isorelys Paulino-- Maria
Jakeem Dante Powell-- Sebastian
Twelfth Night, or What You Will is a comedy by William Shakespeare, have been written around 1601-1602 as a Twelfth Night's entertainment for the close of the Christmas season. The play tells the twins Viola and Sebastian are separated in a shipwreck and then Viola, who is disguised as Cesario, pretends to be a male, serving in the Duke Orsino's house and falling in love with him. Duke Orsino is in love with Countess Olivia, but Olivia rejects his love. Instead, Olivia loves Cesario (Viola). Because of her gender and other reasons, Viola cannot respond to Olivia's love, but when Olivia engages with "Cesario" but actually her brother Sebastian, Sebastian accepts her engagement. Sebastian comes to the town, finds his sister, and clears up the misunderstanding. In the end, Orsino and Viola are together, and Viola and Sebastian are coupling.
The comedy cannot be thought deeply. I think if you really look into the story, the ending is a little bit suspicious. Olivia loves "Cesario" but then when she realizes that Cesario is a girl, and instead, Viola and Sebastian are twins, she accepts Sebastian immediately. Therefore, I highly doubt that Olivia and Sebastian will have a happy couple life when the days go by. Neither do Orsino and Viola. Viola falls in love with Orsino a long time ago, but Orsino loves Olivia. Even though I can see that sometimes he is hesitating about the emotion and feeling that he has to "Cesario", he keeps chasing Olivia. Moreover, the end is rushed. The story of Malvolio and the story of Antonio are not complete. Therefore, it is entertaining, and we do not have to think too much.
I love the show because of its setting and acting. For the setting, the light projection is the surprisingly successful one. At the beginning of the show, Orsino is standing on the stage with visual reality device on. He said, "If music be the food of love, play on," and the lighting projected on the screen with different colored smoke and some women' heads circulated like a kaleidoscope. The density of the projecting light can decide whether you can look through the screen, which means that the screen itself is like yarn or thin fabric, but the light can be density enough to make the screen seems as heavy as a curtain. The delusion that the stage made at the beginning really got me. With the words, music, and the vision on the screen, I could feel the absurdity of love. The colorful smokes were expanding to the edge of the screen from one point and the colors were mixed together. The smoke, the fog disguised your vision first, but when they were cleared, you saw the exaggeration of women' faces and bodies with a sex implication in it. The line, "If music be the food of love, play on," shows a strong desire of Orsino of controlling love. He wanted to control the love in the heavy fogs and delusion, which is hardly achieved. Therefore, I think his action is absurd, and his attitude toward love is arrogant, complicated, and irrelevant.
The costumes are lovely. Inspired by Black Panther, the costumes mixed traditional African culture with new fashion. For example, Viola and Sebastian wear long greenish rob inside and have blazer outside. They look exotic firstly, but as the play goes on, I found it I love their costumes. I would love to wear my blazer like that. Compare to Viola's blazer, Olivia's two costumes are gorgeous and beautiful. Maybe because of her first appearance in the red light surprised me, her costumes and herself leaves me an impression of elegance and silent pomp. Sir Aguecheek's costume might be in a French style, and Feste's costume is hip-hop. The costumes revealed the personalities of character really well, and I love all the costumes they designed.
The costumes are lovely. Inspired by Black Panther, the costumes mixed traditional African culture with new fashion. For example, Viola and Sebastian wear long greenish rob inside and have blazer outside. They look exotic firstly, but as the play goes on, I found it I love their costumes. I would love to wear my blazer like that. Compare to Viola's blazer, Olivia's two costumes are gorgeous and beautiful. Maybe because of her first appearance in the red light surprised me, her costumes and herself leaves me an impression of elegance and silent pomp. Sir Aguecheek's costume might be in a French style, and Feste's costume is hip-hop. The costumes revealed the personalities of character really well, and I love all the costumes they designed.
Friday, April 5, 2019
Reading Note 3
"Desiree Dieu-Donne felt no joy in the awakening life around her. She saw the flowers, the plants spring out-- scenes of brilliance to startle the eyes. She heard the happy talk, the ready laughter of peasants, but only one thought sustained her: I must leave."
"How did one start? Put one foot out, the other is sure to follow."
"She loved Mama Euralie. How to defy her? How to tell her that she had to leave her and Tonton in their old age? The old woman held silent, but her bright eyes grew more anxious as time passed."
Daniel studies in France. Daniel's generations came from France, and they support Napoleon. However, a man married a peasant girl, and their children became to support this Island. Therefore, the father fought sons. Father ended up sailing to France, and the sons occupied the castle (hotel), and then there is a curse for the sons that they will never come back to France.
"Then he fell in love with a peasant girl--black as night, with skin as smooth as velvet, slanting eyes, and pretty white teeth. La Belle, they called her... Ti Moune," he said, studying the face of the peasant girl. "She must have looked much like you..."
Tonton Julian--Wise and kind. Optimistic and open minded
"Ahhh, sixteen. That is the age. But remember, bravery can sometimes be the mark of a fool, ma petite. The stronger the swimmer, the faster he drowns."
"My wife, treasures that need constant watching have already been lost. Real joy only comes in the future"
Erzulie:
I am Erzulie, your loa of love. I do not hold you to the vow you made on that stressful night. Nor, ma belle, am I speaking of a most improbable love you hold for the young man--- whose way of life is as impossible a distance from yours as the road you must travel to see him. What I shall speak of is love--- yours for Mama Euralie--- hers for you.
"How did one start? Put one foot out, the other is sure to follow."
"She loved Mama Euralie. How to defy her? How to tell her that she had to leave her and Tonton in their old age? The old woman held silent, but her bright eyes grew more anxious as time passed."
Daniel studies in France. Daniel's generations came from France, and they support Napoleon. However, a man married a peasant girl, and their children became to support this Island. Therefore, the father fought sons. Father ended up sailing to France, and the sons occupied the castle (hotel), and then there is a curse for the sons that they will never come back to France.
"Then he fell in love with a peasant girl--black as night, with skin as smooth as velvet, slanting eyes, and pretty white teeth. La Belle, they called her... Ti Moune," he said, studying the face of the peasant girl. "She must have looked much like you..."
Tonton Julian--Wise and kind. Optimistic and open minded
"Ahhh, sixteen. That is the age. But remember, bravery can sometimes be the mark of a fool, ma petite. The stronger the swimmer, the faster he drowns."
"My wife, treasures that need constant watching have already been lost. Real joy only comes in the future"
Erzulie:
I am Erzulie, your loa of love. I do not hold you to the vow you made on that stressful night. Nor, ma belle, am I speaking of a most improbable love you hold for the young man--- whose way of life is as impossible a distance from yours as the road you must travel to see him. What I shall speak of is love--- yours for Mama Euralie--- hers for you.
Tuesday, April 2, 2019
In-Class Writing 4/2
if I stage My Love, My Love as a play, I would costume Desiree in the dress like the picture followed.
The long dress is the Caribbean's tradition. Therefore, to follow the figure of a peasant Desiree, I would dress her a brownish old dress. The color and the pattern of the dress is faded since the peasant could not afford the new colorful dress. However, the dress will be sealed with some flowers, and the dress would be a little bit shorter than the picture shown above (but will not be above the knee). To show a figure of a dreamy teenage girl, Desiree would love to decorate her dress with flowers and perhaps weave a flower bracelet for herself. She could not stand doing peasant work in the village, so she usually ran through the field chasing the car. Therefore, she ripped her dress shorter that she can run quickly. Desiree would still wear the peasant's dress, but because of the colorful flower she had, her costume would stand out from the other peasants.
There could be a connection between Desiree's costume and Mama Eulalie's costume. The dress would be bigger for Desiree so that it could show that the dress was passed to her from her mom. It repeatedly showed the audience that they were too poor to afford the clothes. The main setting of the story would be that the situation of peasant's lives would not allow the peasant to think beyond basic surviving. Then, the existence of Desiree would look impossible, and it could reveal the realistic and tragic ending. I would adapt My Love My Love to be as realistic and practical as possible. The story can be romantic and dreamful, but the hierarchy and poverty are always there limiting people's imagination and possibility, and therefore, the hierarchy and poverty lead the story to the tragedy. Then, costume for Desiree would not have any connection with gods or goddess if there are gods and goddess on the stage.
The long dress is the Caribbean's tradition. Therefore, to follow the figure of a peasant Desiree, I would dress her a brownish old dress. The color and the pattern of the dress is faded since the peasant could not afford the new colorful dress. However, the dress will be sealed with some flowers, and the dress would be a little bit shorter than the picture shown above (but will not be above the knee). To show a figure of a dreamy teenage girl, Desiree would love to decorate her dress with flowers and perhaps weave a flower bracelet for herself. She could not stand doing peasant work in the village, so she usually ran through the field chasing the car. Therefore, she ripped her dress shorter that she can run quickly. Desiree would still wear the peasant's dress, but because of the colorful flower she had, her costume would stand out from the other peasants.
There could be a connection between Desiree's costume and Mama Eulalie's costume. The dress would be bigger for Desiree so that it could show that the dress was passed to her from her mom. It repeatedly showed the audience that they were too poor to afford the clothes. The main setting of the story would be that the situation of peasant's lives would not allow the peasant to think beyond basic surviving. Then, the existence of Desiree would look impossible, and it could reveal the realistic and tragic ending. I would adapt My Love My Love to be as realistic and practical as possible. The story can be romantic and dreamful, but the hierarchy and poverty are always there limiting people's imagination and possibility, and therefore, the hierarchy and poverty lead the story to the tragedy. Then, costume for Desiree would not have any connection with gods or goddess if there are gods and goddess on the stage.
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