tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22361479.post8845207658783732692..comments2024-03-16T06:23:29.917-07:00Comments on The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal: death dreams at DaviesPatrick J. Vazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279528648512493917noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22361479.post-29195856063270209122011-10-20T09:36:43.845-07:002011-10-20T09:36:43.845-07:00If no one points out how wrong and obnoxious these...If no one points out how wrong and obnoxious these chats are, they will continue -- I mean, I'm sure they will anyway, but I figure silence equals consent, you know?<br /><br />I was really finding it difficult to sit by the end of the hour, and therefore resented the waste of time that caused my discomfort. It's difficult for me to tune someone out who who is standing right in front of me talking at me through a microphone. I wish I could, but I really can't.<br /><br />Also, I really don't understand the lack of surtitles.Patrick J. Vazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09279528648512493917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22361479.post-60302935562129214492011-10-19T22:19:28.340-07:002011-10-19T22:19:28.340-07:00Whiner.
On Saturday evening, I believe Conlon'...Whiner.<br /><br />On Saturday evening, I believe Conlon's intro blather went on for almost fifteen minutes. Even though he was about three feet away from me (I was also sitting in the front row), I just tuned him out and read the poetry ahead of time.<br /><br />What a great performance it turned out to be. And you're right about "Pictures" sounding like an over-rich dessert with way too much chocolate, especially after the austerity of the first half.Civic Centerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12362422142667230626noreply@blogger.com