10/14/09 7:14 PM
Technically, another not so great photo. But it’s here for what it represents, and just in case nobody else takes a photo of these glorious lamps.
We went to see Bright Star at the Bijou. I’m happy my boys are literarily nerdy enough to be enthusiastic about watching the sad story of John Keats and Fanny Brawne.
And what the lamp represents? Ten years of looking at those beautiful lamps in that beautiful building, with that crazy heavily textured plaster, and the sound they make as you reach in behind the door under the screen to dim them as the movie starts. Whatever crazy weird stuff went down while I was working there, I always did and always will really love that building.
And here’s the lovely romantic Keats poem “Bright Star”
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon in death.