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...interest in her innate comic abilities. "She was furious when the other students laughed," remembers Rill. "I kept telling her she had to develop what she had and not try to be somebody else. She would make it clear that my role was to make her into a tragic muse." She had no intention of becoming a singer either, but one day she heard about a remunerative amateur contest at a little Village binlet called The Lion. Learning A Sleepin' Bee, she sang it and resoundingly defeated a light-opera singer, another pop singer and a comedian. Almost...
...Cybele a true or artificial muse? Has she really led him out of the neurosis that held him prisoner? Or is he using her psychotically, in a way she could never understand, to seek punishment for his traumatic "war-crime" and relieve his guilt? If we decide positively on either side we pervert the tragedy by transforming it into a social "message." Bourguignon deepens the impact of his conclusion by this ambiguity. Our response never admits rights or wrongs. We have perceived the nature of Pierre's love through too many eyes...
...gazes and looks, and dreams for hours together, the way I used to when young, and still should if I had youth's leisure. I recall writing in the same vein about the contemporary student's approach to literature. He is not encouraged to live and muse and ruminate over his reading but to precipitate himself with scalpel and microscope. I wonder whether the arts gain by being taught in schools...
...sorts of things have been added: fantasy, turgid humor, breathless monologues. "It's happening, Moss, all of it . . . It's all true!" Hamilton whispers to himself. But the muse that spurred Moss Hart to fame has clearly strayed. If this were an out-of-town tryout, the closing notice would have gone up in Boston. As they say on the Main Stem, Act One needs work...
...usual, they were dillies, a superbly executed potpourri inspired by Bali's antic muse. There were subtle pencil drawings of nudes, erotic washes produced by the inky wiggling of a live baby octopus, fiery battle scenes with paint laid on thick enough to thrill a pastry chef. Of course, there was also his super-surrealism, typically in GALACIDALACIDEOXYRIB ONUCLEICACID (Homage to Crick and Watson), a title so long that it resorts to a parenthetical remark. In a slick equation of Botticelli and biochemistry, Dali portrays a translucent God lifting the dead Christ into heaven, superimposed on the molecular structure...