From my favorite film

Recently, I stumbled upon these two pieces from Rabindranath Tagore works and, I swore that I've heard it before. It took me a while to recall my memory of listening to these beautiful poems. Any guesses in what film you can find them?

Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings

I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my little child.

How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh his merits against his faults?

When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of my being.

When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him

I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may chastise who loves.

- The Judge, The crescent moon

I hold her hands and press her to my breast.

I try to fill my arms with her loveliness, to plunder her sweet

smile with kisses, to drink her dark glances with my eyes.

Ah, but, where is it? Who can strain the blue from the sky?

I try to grasp the beauty, it eludes me, leaving only the body in

my hands.

Baffled and weary I come back.

How can the body touch the flower which only the spirit may

touch?

- 49, The Gardener

A missive

Gratitude

Between Caley Milliken and You

Hello Caley,
How you've been? What are you up to lately? I hope everything is going well. I'm writing this message to extend my gratitude for all the lessons you gave me last semester.

I has never come to my intention to dive into theatre world or any kind of arts, until I took your class. The initial intention was to fill up my double majors; actuarial science and statistics, double minors; economics and management schedule making sure that at the end of the day I would have something fun to indulge myself into. And here you came opening my eyes, heart and soul to see the beauty of art, which now I realized that it wasn't just specifically for theatre. Everything you brought into class applies for any kind of arts in general.

My direction has slowly changed towards exploring the persona of performing arts. Now, I'm religiously reading Twyla Tharp's we used in the class for my 3rd time. I've never got enough of it. It is so fascinating that the materials and ideas she presents in the books are closely matched to lessons we had in class because when I go back to those lessons, I've started to see what you were trying to say in every single lessons, which some of them I didn't fully understand the purpose. Honestly, it excites me so much when I could see the real intentions behind it. For example, our first "presentation", when I almost broke down in class. In the book, Twyla points out different kinds of memories including "Sensual Memory" and also in "The Fervent Years" Harold Clurman talks a little bit about affective memory, which both are recalling on the memories actors felt when they were in a situation similar (or more recently a situation with similar emotional import) to that of their character. I would say the "presentation" we had in class was an excercise of recalling the memory and act upon the emotions, which can be used in the future as a tool on stage.

This whole process of pulling everything back from the class and trying to piece them back together is really exhilarating for me and finding the validity behind it through books and articles is something I'm really looking forward daily. This is not my field, formally, but you pulled me into this world and you placed me on the right track. I've never been grateful enough of whoever I am now and of whatever I'm chasing for. I might not end up graduating in Theatre but I will continue exploring this world. I was hoping you would come back this coming semester and share with me a dollop of your humble pie that I would spare some to sweeten my journey in the future. A great gratitude comes from my heart to you for a piece you shared with me.

Thank you.
p/s: sorry for my poor English.