Friday, 23 February 2018
Thursday, 15 February 2018
Thursday, 15 February 2018 (11.1100)
The last reading stopped at:
“One hour's your time to live, your last.
Tap. Tap.”
(Sirens U11.1100)
“One hour's your time to live, your last.
Tap. Tap.”
(Sirens U11.1100)
Monday, 12 February 2018
Thursday, 8 February 2018 (11.894)
The last reading stopped at:
“So lonely. Dee.”
(Sirens U11.894)
Catherine Meyer sends an illustration for this blog post. She writes:
For my painting I chose the most beautiful sentence in a paragraph: “It’s in the silence after you feel you hear” (11.793).
The beholder sees a girl, sitting on a white chair dreaming, eyes half closed. Does she hear music, familiar voices or vague noises from afar? The girl seems to be rapt by the sound and the music that she hears and the beholder is excluded.
Catherine Meyer © Zürich 2018 |
Monday, 5 February 2018
Thursday, 1 February 2018 (11.692)
The last reading stopped at:
“Hands felt for the opulent.”
(Sirens U11.692)
We are delighted to have Catherine Meyer back, who sent a drawing she made after the reading for this blog. She adds as few words:
I took a pencil and scribbled around until I found the scene I wanted to stage. Bloom in the middle, mashing mashed potatoes. Cowley next to him. If you look closely you can see my interpretation of “Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly” (11.589).
In the background you can see the notes of the opera Martha by Friedrich von Flotow. I payed attention to what Father Cowley says to Simon, “Play it in the original. One flat“ (B flat major) (11.602).
Bald Pat, a “waiter hard of hearing, to set ajar the door of the bar” is leaning against the wall, “for he was hard of hear by the door” (11.670–72).
And in the left-hand corner Simon is singing.
Catherine Meyer © Zürich 2018 |
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