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[xinjinmeng]

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Between the intention and the expression, between the emotion and the response, falls the shadow.

I remain producer of Die Meistersinger von Nurnberg only in name.  Some of you may be hoping to catch me in a surprise performance on stage.  Yes, I know who you are. No, I am not going to say when and if I will be there, nor in what role.  It is part of the surprise.

While I read your own public diaries, I do not always have much to say.  I read a particularly-moving one recently about mad science and betrayal and tragedy.  I had started putting pen to paper and wondering what sort of Grand-Guignol spectacle to put it all to -- something Italian, I thought at first.  I had improvised a few stanzas using "Vedi! Le fosche notturne" as place-holder music when I realized that with its tale of educated, spiteful lovers would be so much more French.  It was about then than I realized I would never get sponsorship for a tale cast so narrowly to my own interests, and there I let it go.

There is not much else to tell.  I have not had any adventures recently.  I have attended recent cinema, but the electric sound and the flickering images only make me wish for something real.  And my last liaison was so disastrously distasteful -- some may find charms in indiscreet youth, but I find my ardor cools rapidly when I am groped and prodded like some farm animal.  These days, I find myself lapsing into lithesome passivity, awakening when the sun is high, then napping when the stars first show themselves.  It is a side of myself I do not like.

Sometimes I fail to follow through on things that I want to do. And other times I find myself doing the very things I hate.

Comments

[frostbytepb.livejournal.com]

I can only apologize for what must have been the brutishly overenthusiastic arms of my son. I can assure you, in time his technique will improve.

Have you pondered keeping the plot and changing the spectacle? Tales of sociopathic betrayal always have an audience from Strange, at least.

[doctorwednesday.livejournal.com]

(smile) I am sure those indiscreet enough to announce their past mistakes to the world would be flattered you were so moved by such.