Monday, July 19, 2010


1. 1999 Iranian film: "The Color of Paradise"

2. Fig tree metaphor from Sylvia Plath that struck me instantly:
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

3. ABT's Swan Lake:
(Here's one of my favorite scenes: Odile beguiling the Prince)

4. Mendelsohn's Wedding March, Arranged by Horowitz

5. Mr. Emerson's words in the movie "A Room with a View":
"I don't care what I see outside. My vision is within! Here is where the birds sing! Here is where the sky is blue!"


  1. #2 is fabulous. Sylvia Plath... I wish she'd been with us longer. She was so amazing. I love this piece. Have you read her poem, Jilted? There is a wonderful early summer plum metaphor in this poem.

  2. No I hadn't read this poem before. Thanks for introducing me to this, Denise. :) I love it. She had such sharp, brutally examining eyes that Sylvia Plath.


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