So … it’s “Found Friend Friday,” then.

I’m smiling tonight because I just reconnected with one of my coolest friends in New York — artist Margaret Eigner.  I’ve seen Margaret in action; it’s amazing what she is able to sketch at the drop of a hat.  She’s also an extremely intelligent person, with a seemingly instinctive understanding of Constitutional issues.  If you aspire to be a civil libertarian, then you can learn a lot from a friend like her.  (I know I have.)

Below is one of her latest drawings.  (It’s untitled.)  She says she’s considering a webcomic — if she posts it, then I’ll be following it and linking to it here.

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“Iphigenia at Brauron,” by Francis James Franklin

If the story of Iphigenia interests you, then so will the essays of blogger and independent author Francis James Franklin.

He has what looks like a truly inclusive knowledge of Greek mythology, as well as a visible love for it.

His observations about Iphigenia can be found here:

Iphigenia at Brauron.

Christopher Lee reads Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven.”

Rest easy, Christopher Lee.

I honestly had no idea that the newly passed thespian had so strong a following among modern horror, fantasy and science fiction fans.  Many, many people are lamenting his loss today.

The poet Dennis Villelmi (who else?) posted this incredible performance by Lee of that old Gothic chestnut, Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven.”

This might be the best rendition of the poem that I have ever heard.  Yes, that includes even the well loved reading by James Earl Jones and the reading by Christopher Walken (which was played straight and was quite good, despite his vocal idiosyncrasies).  Seriously, this might be my favorite.

This is a perfect example of Lee’s legendary talent.

Constructive feedback?

This was an actual comment on one of my blog posts tonight:

“Put your big girl panties on and DEAL WITH YOUR FEELINGS, man. :p”

“Houseguests,” by Stanley Anne Zane Latham

Here is another evocative piece by Stanley Anne Zane Latham —  “Houseguests.”  This poem currently appears in a publication in India, “Poets And Artists Unplugged Anthology.”  SAZL was kind enough to let me also run it here.

Houseguests

Staying up with skeletons. Reorganizing drawers.
I require napkins between the spoons, not touching.
You said the plates *here* by the dishwasher –
I said *there* by the table.

          Señor Tom Johnson was a name we called the cat.
          His business always elsewhere. He sauntered
          proverbial. Nuestra casa es su casa.

You never left your hammer out like this,
lounging idol near the jam. The confused photograph,
framed for hanging, waits on the seat cushion,
the warm nail rolls and rolls pressing creases from my fingerprints.

          We never interfered. Sam and Jessica quarreled
          into a car that sped down the rainy highway. One
          did not return. The other we helped pack the turtle,
          and load the moving van.

You’d never leave your hammer in the jam like this.
The spoons are not touching. The kettle wails. The wall
is papered in what if, if only, even though, and it
doesn’t matter, with a brush of best intentions.

          How are you? After your funeral, my mother poured
          milk from a glass pitcher into a clear glass glass.
          They mean well, my mouth mouthed
          in the maw inside my head.

One plate sleeps by the dishwasher. Not stacked.
Pitcher, hammer, spoon. Things I can grasp.
If you’re going to hang around here all night,
I whisper, at least stir some honey
into this tea.

© sazl 2013

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Today’s agenda.

1)  Don’t stop believin’.

2)  Don’t believe the hype.  (Rule 1 does not apply to the hype.)

3)  Don’t fear The Reaper.  (Seriously, that guy’s overrated.  The seasons don’t fear him, nor do the wind, the sun or the rain.  We can be like they are.  C’mon, Baby.)

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Photo credit:  “Cathedral Of Trier Skeleton” by Jbuzbee – Own work. Licensed under CC BY 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons

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When Academics Attack — A review of the Season 3 premiere of “Hannibal.”

If you catch up with “Hannibal” via DVR or NBC.com, I might actually suggest you begin with the amazing and beautiful second episode, and not the Season 3 premiere.  I enjoyed the season opener, but not quite as much as everyone else did.  (Seriously, guys, if you think I am alone in lauding this program, google a few reviews.)  The first episode falls firmly for me into the “good, but not great” category; I’d give it an 8 out of 10.

We’ve got an interesting basic story that pays very close attention to Thomas Harris’ source novels and Ridley Scott’s 2000 film treatment, and we’ve got great directing, cinematography and acting.  Gillian Anderson shines, outperforming even the terrific Mads Mikkelsen in the title role.

It was creative and different, with dramatic changes in point of view, tone and setting, as Hannibal absconds from Baltimore to Florence with the extorted Bedelia du Maurier.  It held some nice thematic surprises, as the script humanizes Hannibal unexpectedly — and this is helped by flashbacks in which we actually get to see Eddie Izzard’s bad guy from Season 2 get one up on him in some verbal sparring.  (I am entirely unfamiliar with Izzard’s comedy performances, but damn if he doesn’t make a sweet super-villain.  The guy’s got perfect diction and line delivery, and can be damned frightening when he wants to be.)

But, for me, this episode failed in terms of momentum and tension.  It does very little to move the overarching narrative forward — so little that I suggest it could be seen as ancillary material appropriate for a webisode or DVD extra.  (Yes, I do realize that Hannibal “missing” Will Graham is important in setting up themes and character relationships for the rest of the season, but … whatever.)  This is really a kind of … “milieu” episode that establishes his arrival in Europe and the means to arrive at his cover identity.  The fates of the victims of the Baltimore massacre?  They’re unknown to us.

We can’t feel too much tension — of Hannibal’s two murder victims, one is hardly known to us, and the other is flat out unlikable.  We can’t identify with them.  Nor can we take any pathological satisfaction in Hannibal’s modus operandi.  He kinda shows up and says “Bonsoir” a bit undramatically, and we cut to another scene.

I had the occasional nitpick as well.

1)  The viewer is asked to identify with Bedelia.  For some reason this character has never worked for me.  It certainly isn’t Anderson’s fault.  She’s fantastic.  Maybe the problem is me.

2)  I actually do really like Mikkelsen.  But his stoical approach to the character is nowhere near as satisfying as Anthony Hopkins’ iconic, nuanced, expressive, darkly charming take on the character.

3)  We live in an age of Google image search.  Does no one in Florence notice that “Dr. Fell” looks nothing like an online photograph?

4)  After the climax of Season 2, shouldn’t Hannibal be easily recognized as the world’s most infamous fugitive and alleged serial killer?  Is his image nowhere on CNN.com?

5)  What about facial recognition software?  If a photo of Faux Fell is ever uploaded, might Interpol or the FBI locate him at once?

6)  Seeing Dana Scully (sorry — BEDELIA) sexually harassed at the dinner table just makes me angry.  Fox Mulder needs to appear and kick some ass.  Actually … scratch that.  Send John Dogget.

7)  I don’t like seeing Hannibal appear with even a putative “spouse.”  He’s a lone wolf, to me, anyway.

8)  The dialogue, yet again, is occasionally too overly stylized for me.  Even ingenious people communicate prosaically in their everyday lives.  Do these people sound like Shakespeare when they say “Pass the salt,” or ask what time to set the alarm clock for the next day?

9)  Once or twice, the dialogue is just … bad.  Bedelia:  “Your peace is without morality.”  Hannibal:  “There is no morality — only morale.”  (You can’t call it Shakespeare if it’s trying too hard.)

10)  The symbolism and the references to the feature films are maybe a little too heavy-handed.  I’m talking the hand-on-the-shoulder during the lecture, and seeing one character bashed over the head with a bust of Aristotle.  (“When Academics Attack.”)

Don’t let my compulsive griping get to you if you are a fan of the show, however.  This wasn’t a bad episode, just not the best.  And the second episode of Season 3 is goddam PHENOMENAL.

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“Vincent T. Bugliosi, Manson Prosecutor … Dies at 80” (David Stout, New York Times)

I remember reading “Helter Skelter” in college, for a course about “The Psychology of Serial Killers.”  It was a great, candid book that didn’t shy away from describing the crimes of Charles Manson’s “family,” but neither was it gratuitous.  It also made police and judicial procedures easily accessible to a layperson.

Bugliosi was a hero.  If Manson scares you, then the autobiographical account by the highly intelligent and dedicated man who put him away might be reassuring.

http://mobile.nytimes.com/2015/06/10/us/vincent-t-bugliosi-manson-prosecutor-and-true-crime-author-dies-at-80.html?_r=1&referrer

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Photo credit:  “Charles Manson, Crime and Punishment Museum, Washington, DC,” by Sarah Stierch, via Flickr and Wikimedia Commons.

“Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?”

The Counted: People killed by police in the US

(an interactive online resource created by The Guardian in the United Kingdom)