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David returns from two weeks in the UK tonight. His flight lands approxiamately 530pm at SFO - and with customs and travel home - he should be home 7pmish. I am going to head right down to his place after work - I bought an old fashioned aluminum foil WELCOME HOME banner - and am picking up balloons at the Party store in Daly City on the way south. If all goes right - I should be in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a fantastic dinner as he walks in the door. I'll have champagne, a perfect pork loin, carrots and edmame, and a hearts of romaine salad with craisins, goat cheese and diced artichoke hearts. An apple pie will be cooling on the island in his kitchen. Finally - my lovely special little guy will be home! Yay!3
He asked me to plan our weekend so we'd have lots to do. Tomorrow morning - we're going clothes shopping for the two of us - then out somewhere for lunch before heading back into the city. After Safeway dutifully delivers groceries somewhere between 4 and 6 - I'm thinking we might go to Symphony Hall and see the Britten's "War Requiem" performed by the SF Choral Society. Written to commemorate the reconstruction of Britain's Coventry Cathedral, destroyed in a World War II bombing raid, this powerful work presents an eloquent case for peace, and incorporates the haunting words of British poet Wilfred Owen.
Owen is a very interesting story. A poet, a soldier and a homosexual writing poems and love letters during World War I. His shocking, realistic war poetry on the horrors of trench and gas warfare was heavily influenced by his friend Siegfried Sassoon (his romantic interest) and sat in stark contrast to both the public perception of war at the time, and to the confidently patriotic verse written earlier by war poets such as Rupert Brooke. So for Britten to choose his text for his war requiem? pretty frackin' cool if you ask me. Owen was killed in action a week before the armistice ending World War I.
It was interesting this morning to spy that on my bookshelf (when I needed the above quote) in the Muffin Penthouse - "The Collected Works of Wilfred Owen" is flanked by two books of poetry by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
whiskerfish. :) I love my books.
anyhoo - - if we don't make the War Requiem - we'll get out and do SOMETHING :)
Then Sunday we're invited to a house party at Tom's... and we'll enjoy meeting some more of his friends - and spending time with the adorabears (Michael and Michael). I will be making it a short day - as I need a couple of hours of quality script time - and I have a 5pm run-through on Sunday evening.
right now in the play is a period of intensity - and limbo at the same time. There is no audience to exchange energy with for two more weeks. so - Sun-Thurs of this next week - five run throughs with no audience. It's tough sometimes to keep the energy focused and concentrate on listening to one another the way you need to make a scene believable - - when there isn't the electric quality of the audience involved. So we're being careful not to let that 'static energy' spark off in wierd ways and ruin a scene or a verbal exchange. All of us are starting to really "feel" the arc of our characters (mine from a neurotic, nervous, shy bookish - to a relaxed happily married guy) - and realize where in the script the playwright is saying "you move down that arc here, please" and work those moments. That kind of work is rare honestly. I feel really blessed to be part of a cast that wants SO DESPERATELY to put on the most exquisite show possible. I'm so glad this ended up being my first theater show in SF - it's setting a nice precident.
okay - off to work. I've blathered on enough.
He asked me to plan our weekend so we'd have lots to do. Tomorrow morning - we're going clothes shopping for the two of us - then out somewhere for lunch before heading back into the city. After Safeway dutifully delivers groceries somewhere between 4 and 6 - I'm thinking we might go to Symphony Hall and see the Britten's "War Requiem" performed by the SF Choral Society. Written to commemorate the reconstruction of Britain's Coventry Cathedral, destroyed in a World War II bombing raid, this powerful work presents an eloquent case for peace, and incorporates the haunting words of British poet Wilfred Owen.
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretched forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him. Behold,
A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.
But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.
Owen is a very interesting story. A poet, a soldier and a homosexual writing poems and love letters during World War I. His shocking, realistic war poetry on the horrors of trench and gas warfare was heavily influenced by his friend Siegfried Sassoon (his romantic interest) and sat in stark contrast to both the public perception of war at the time, and to the confidently patriotic verse written earlier by war poets such as Rupert Brooke. So for Britten to choose his text for his war requiem? pretty frackin' cool if you ask me. Owen was killed in action a week before the armistice ending World War I.
It was interesting this morning to spy that on my bookshelf (when I needed the above quote) in the Muffin Penthouse - "The Collected Works of Wilfred Owen" is flanked by two books of poetry by
whiskerfish. :) I love my books.anyhoo - - if we don't make the War Requiem - we'll get out and do SOMETHING :)
Then Sunday we're invited to a house party at Tom's... and we'll enjoy meeting some more of his friends - and spending time with the adorabears (Michael and Michael). I will be making it a short day - as I need a couple of hours of quality script time - and I have a 5pm run-through on Sunday evening.
right now in the play is a period of intensity - and limbo at the same time. There is no audience to exchange energy with for two more weeks. so - Sun-Thurs of this next week - five run throughs with no audience. It's tough sometimes to keep the energy focused and concentrate on listening to one another the way you need to make a scene believable - - when there isn't the electric quality of the audience involved. So we're being careful not to let that 'static energy' spark off in wierd ways and ruin a scene or a verbal exchange. All of us are starting to really "feel" the arc of our characters (mine from a neurotic, nervous, shy bookish - to a relaxed happily married guy) - and realize where in the script the playwright is saying "you move down that arc here, please" and work those moments. That kind of work is rare honestly. I feel really blessed to be part of a cast that wants SO DESPERATELY to put on the most exquisite show possible. I'm so glad this ended up being my first theater show in SF - it's setting a nice precident.
okay - off to work. I've blathered on enough.
