#153 Musings Beyond the Bunker (Saturday September 25)
Good morning,
MUSIC
A few weeks ago I shared the Mark Greenfield definitive selection of dance numbers from musical theatre. Several people commented on the excellent and mostly uplifting numbers. But there were a number of additions suggested by Bridget Gless Keller, Howard Kroll and Diane Cairns:
“La Vie Boheme,” from Rent. This is the 2008 production (which really gets going at 2:00):
“Yorktown “(“The World Turned Upside Down”), from Hamilton (suggested by Bridget Gless Keller. This is from the Tony Award presentation (performed without muskets used in the stage version): https://slate.com/culture/2016/06/hamilton-tonys-cast-performs-yorktown-the-world-turned-upside-down-video.html
“All That Jazz” and “The Hot Honey Rag” from Chicago: Ann Reinking and Bebe Neuwirth performing at the Tony’s:
“(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life” from Dirty Dancing:
Sutton Foster dancing in Anything Goes (rehearsal version).
And then, not necessarily for its sophisticated dance moves but because it makes me smile each time I see it, “The Time Warp” from Rocky Horror Picture Show:
POETRY
Kubla Khan
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
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