25/08/06
I think only one person has got the reference to T.S. Eliot in my show.
It's quite easy to miss - it's a little section from the Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock. I fucking love that poem - I think it's possibly one of the best ever written.
If you've never read it, please do. There's a version of it here:
http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html
So, for anyone that's interested, the bit that's in my show is:
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me
'Prufrock' shows an obsessive involvement with the ephemera of life - the little details; in part it's about becoming so self-involved that you're incapable of interaction and communication...it seemed fitting for my show, which is about a lonely girl who clings onto little details and tries to organise things obsessively in order to feel some sense of control...
Yes, I did think about it. It's not just poo jokes.
I play the guitar at the beginning of my show now, instead of having pre-state music. I like doing that.
I might make some little puppets when I get back to London. Pinkleberry and Bumblelion need some new friends.
Bye for now x
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