Monthly Archives: August 2012

A TRIBUTE

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. . . to Suzanne Farrell on her birthday today, created by a 13 year-old girl in Russia named Tamara Pkhakadze.

Farrell was the greatest dancer I ever saw perform in person, greater even than Baryshnikov, and one of the great artists of our time.

With thanks to Toni Bentley, who wrote a profile for The New York Times of Pkhakadze, which you can read here.

HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN

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Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

— Yeats

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WESTERN GIRLS

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A short essay on the Western, and where it needs to go now:

There is no place for Westerns in modern corporate culture but that doesn’t mean that the form is no longer alive in the American and in the world’s imagination. Any Hollywood studio executive will tell you, as though reciting the Nicene Creed, that audiences don’t want Westerns, and publishers will say the same of Western fiction. Both are craven lies.

When a traditional Western manages to slip through the cracks in Hollywood, it invariably meets with success. Dances With Wolves, Unforgiven, Tombstone, Open Range and the Coen brothers’ True Grit all turned a profit, and a few of them, True Grit conspicuously, made a very great deal of money. Non-traditional, cynical Westerns, the sort of Westerns that appeal to the collapsed males who run Hollywood, invariably flop. These dreadful men make their case from the latter type of Western, and ignore or explain away the former type. It may be that they don’t even know the difference between them . . .

Read the full essay here.