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No, this is not Lindsay Lohan

Around 1984, my college roommate Paul Fine (my collaborator on the Kant Song) and I wrote, inter alia, a song called “Sister Ann,” which I like best of all our joint compositions. Below are the lyrics; lines in bold are Paul’s and the rest are mine. All the music is Paul’s.

Here’s a version with Paul singing and playing the piano (my favourite); and here’s a fancy studio version with someone else singing. There’s also an instrumental version.

Sister Ann
do you recall
     the night we met outside the garden wall
I held your hand
we watched the raindrops fall
     we had no need of words at all

Sister Ann
don’t you recall
     you were young and full of life
     the raindrops melted on your skin
     above our heads the stone cross
     spoke of sorrow and of sin
you shivered in its shadow
yet the shadow seemed so small
     I didn’t know I’d see you on the wrong side of the wall

Did they paint a God on stony throne?
were you his disapproval shown?
I always dreamed you felt as I
and never thought to question why
we felt his velvet breath inside
when we exchanged our own

     Are you happy in your garden, Sister Ann?
     do your grey eyes ever mourn the passing years?
     did you think of our embraces, Sister Ann
     as your dark hair fell like rain
     beneath the coldness of the shears?

Sister Ann
do you find
     it’s getting easier to erase me from your mind?
perhaps you can
I ought to be resigned
     to being outside and left behind

Sister Ann
do you weep
     or have they taught you how to close
     your heart’s mute door upon the time
     your body felt the wind’s kiss
     and your lips pressed close to mine?
The flesh leads to damnation
so you pray your soul to keep
     and hide in stifling robes to keep your memory asleep

Silence binds hearts when they are young
a simple glance outspeaks a tongue

but now my words will not suffice
to reach you through that sheet of ice
that binds you to the frozen Christ
and shields you from the sun

     Are you happy in your garden, Sister Ann?
     do your grey eyes ever mourn the passing years?
     did you think of our embraces, Sister Ann
     as your dark hair fell like rain
     beneath the coldness of the shears?

I’ll pluck a flower from this spot
in turn each petal will be got
perhaps it’s thus she was entombed
they took the flower just when bloomed
and left behind a heart that’s doomed
I know she loves me not


Change, My Dear; or, I’m Sooo Changeable!

Did you see the pace of those shows? They were incredibly, incredibly slow! Really hideous. I dearly loved Doctor Who but I don’t think my love of it translated into it being a tremendously good series. It was a bit crap at times, wasn’t it? … [I, Claudius] had a brilliant script and a cast of brilliant actors. These are two things we cannot say in all forgiveness about Doctor Who. …

Steven Moffat

When I look back at Doctor Who now, I laugh at it, fondly. As a television professional, I think: how did these guys get a paycheck every week? Dear God, it’s bad! Nothing I’ve seen of the black and white stuff – with the exception of the pilot, the first episode – should have got out of the building. They should have been clubbing those guys to death! You’ve got an old guy in the lead who can’t remember his lines; you’ve got Patrick Troughton, who was a good actor, but his companions – how did they get their Equity card? Explain that! They’re unimaginably bad. Once you get to the colour stuff some of it’s watchable, but it’s laughable. Mostly now, looking back, I’m startled by it. …

My memories of Doctor Who are based on bad television that I enjoyed at the time. It could get me really burned saying this, but Doctor Who is actually aimed at 11-year-olds. … If you look at other stuff from the Sixties they weren’t crap – it was just Doctor Who. The first episode of Doctor Who betrays the lie that it’s just the Sixties, because the first episode is really good – the rest of it’s shit. …

It’s not that I don’t like it, but I wouldn’t care to show it to my friends in television and say look, I think this is a great programme, because I think they might fling me out! … The basic principles of it, some of the moments or ideas, are so great they can dupe you into believing the programme was better than it really was. It was actually pretty shabby a lot of the time, which is a shame. … Doctor Who was not limited merely by the limitations of the times or the styles that were prevalent then. It was limited by the relatively meagre talent of the people who were working on it. … Mostly they were middle-of-the-range hacks who were not going to go on to do much else.

Steven Moffat, 1995

At the time [of the (above) interview] I had no real connection to Doctor Who at all (goodness, was the world ever so?). If I’m right, it’s available somewhere on the internet, and oh God, it’s vile. Well, I’m vile. Full of myself, pompous, and dismissing all the writers of the old show as lazy hacks. Dear God, I blush, I cringe, I creep. I walked out of the interview, high on my own giddy genius, and wrote Chalk, one of the most loathed and derided sitcoms in the history of the form. The thing about life, you can always rely on it to administer a good slap when required.

Find it, read it, hate me – I did.

Steven Moffat, 2009(?)

I hate this orthodoxy that Doctor Who suddenly became good in 2005 – that’s not true. I didn’t fall in love with that show because it was rubbish – it was because it was brilliant. … If you haven’t [seen the first episode] and you entertain the idea that Doctor Who was ever anything but brilliant, go and watch it. It’s absolutely astonishing – 25 minutes of magical television. … Those of us who grew up venerating it and loving and not regarding it as a silly thing, we became middle-aged and we put our love into this show.

Steven Moffat, 2010


Illegal Eagle

Behold, an Auburnised version of the ALL logo – and an ALL-ised version of the Auburn cheer:

CLASS WAR EAGLE


Mistakenly United

Okay, this is embarrassing.

There used to be an organisation with the name “Protestants and Other Americans United for Separation of Church and State.”

Later on they switched to the more diplomatic “Americans United for Separation of Church and State.”

And in more recent years they’ve informally shortened it to “Americans United.”

And until today I had them mixed up with “Citizens United.” (Or, more precisely, I had “Citizens United” mixed up with them.)

D’oh!


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