May 26, 2005
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and so forth
I keep thinking about what Terry said last night. We took a break from the party and stood on the porch, watching the moon thoughtlessly carve the ridgeline of the Santa Monica hills with a power-blue light. He lit a cigarette from one of the tiki torches that I had deployed and slipped into a Macbeth monologue. We had been discussing some of the bard's choice work and he asserted that when Macbeth says "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" Shakespeare is really damning the currupting quality of the conjunction in language and that it really has less to do with the passage of time. So you're suppose to put the emphasis on "and" and not "tomorrow." Matthew Modine was there--I had not met him before--and he listened for fifteen minutes and then launched without any logical connector into a description of his beachsands of the world collection. For each motor there is a blended oil I suppose. Peace, Diary.