Joy
Dear Reality TV,
Chekhov knew all about you before you were born.
Amazing how many stories Chekhov wrote about the desire -- the need -- the compulsion to be famous.
We tend to think this obsession with celebrity culture is a sign of our times.
But evidently it was a sign of Chekhov's time as well.
A human instinct?
To stand out.
Be recognized.
Be known.
Doesn't matter what for.
Get your name out there.
Outside the Garden of Eden rumor has it you could find graffiti:
Adam wuz here.
The Goal: Read. Reflect. Respond. Over two hundred Chekhov stories. Constance Garnett translations.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
BOOTS
Boots
The piano tuner has lost his boots.
Poor fellow.
Doesn't seem like he has much luck.
Some people deserve their fate and Murkin might just be one of them.
Goes to the theater to retrieve his boots and almost gets himself killed.
Wrong man in the wrong place.
So what's the moral?
Clean your own boots.
Have an extra pair of boots.
Take the cotton-wool out of your ears.
Not quite sure but the image of Murkin, the piano-tuner, running barefoot while being chased by Bluebeard is an indelible image.
It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.
The piano tuner has lost his boots.
Poor fellow.
Doesn't seem like he has much luck.
Some people deserve their fate and Murkin might just be one of them.
Goes to the theater to retrieve his boots and almost gets himself killed.
Wrong man in the wrong place.
So what's the moral?
Clean your own boots.
Have an extra pair of boots.
Take the cotton-wool out of your ears.
Not quite sure but the image of Murkin, the piano-tuner, running barefoot while being chased by Bluebeard is an indelible image.
It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.
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