Dear Animal Lovers,
Ms. Kitty Litter was overwhelmed with surprise that you wanted her to be the universal endorsement face of WooFF Balls. She considers dogs, and all animals her equals. She was also very pleased that your company was thinking 'outside the litter tray' and being 'trans-animal' in your advertising.
Alas, Ms. Litter has never accepted offers of product endorsement. And on this occasion cannot make an exception.
However, Ms. Litter wishes you well in your exploits and notes that she was very pleased the 'Balls' were indeed organic produce.
Your Meows,
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Astonishing what cultural riches are brandishing that banner online when all seems lost. Ulrike Maria Stuart is a play by the Austrian writer Elfriede Jelinek . Female struggle for political power. Every 24h the renowned Thalia Theater in Hamburg, Germany releases a production recording previously aired on TV. Of course, there are no English subtitles nor were there when I traipsed the continent and …
There's about 48h left to see a truly astonishing devised stage adaptation of Jane Eyre (initially streamed live by The Royal National Theatre). If you don't need a roll of paper towels beside you while spending 3hours with this, then you are a stronger beast truly than I.
Honestly: if it weren't for the virus pandemic, I would never have seen this. And honestly: my life without having seen this would have been be a whole lot less. It actually reminded me of the great Italian stage director Giorgio Strehler. Not saying that to flatter, or…in any way, but there was that rare raw reality eating into the gilded audience artifice frame.
You know, the great film director Visconti helmed the first Italian stagings of Arthur Miller, Tennessee Williams…there's nothing to see now, but I imagine….
Così fan Kitty!
It's all in fur! (said Kitty watching Jonathan Miller's Cosi for The Royal Opera House). Kinda true. Look at Sir Thomas Allen's old philosopher Don Alfonso simply sitting smugly on a dust-cloth sofa. How couture cuts meow and woof! I almost worked on this production. (Yeah, I know you all hate me. What the cat!)
Director Jonathan Miller didn't recruit his 'friend' Armani to costume design for bling. This 1990's production (updated by Miller in 2010) is like an animated old master drawing but with all the bite of reality back when. Rather extraordinary how couture compliments the vocal line. Extraordinary. There's a parallel to director Robert Wilson here. There was a class war in late 1890's Naples and it seems Miller took that as backdrop. The palace appears virtually stripped of its aristocratic trappings. The only thing left are their clothes and cell phones. Detail is everywhere. Tiny great moment when Don Alfonso, plastic plate with wine glass holder, brushes its crumbs away before exiting. Is he returning to the 'salad bar' for another helping not wanting anyone to know he had a first? Or have they already cut off the water and he'll put the plate aside to re-use?
There's a Giorgio Strehler Marriage of Figaro out there, saw with mine own eyes at La Scala.
Did love Phelim McDermott's Met Così . Only, Così fan Kitty?
Was once in a love tryst as such. One can 'love' two people at the same time. But methinks you can't bequeath one's heart to both. And my heart belongs to Jonathan Miller's Così. His eye for simple detail was unbelievable, though, it may not always woo a crowd.
Well, it's still up there for your own enjoyment or derision.
As am some of my.
…
we that hold gardens..not without problems…equally the gardens of our minds…
meow…
Chi il bel sogno Doretta poté indovinar?
[2am-April 17]
Kitty still restless has climbed upon Andrew's 6ft stuffed toy giraffe. She rubs her face against the neck as if a cat cleaning fur. Sotto voce she sings (without changing any lyrics!):
They're writing songs of love, but not for me
A lucky star's above, but not for me
With love to lead the way
I found more skies of gray
Than any Russian play could guarantee
I was a fool to fall, and get that way
Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me
