Tessa Thompson, about Creed: “[It] is not necessarily a political movie, but the way that we had conversations, we thought we were making a really cinema verité about the black experience.”
“November 12, 2013. I was ready to make a jump, I hit a slippery spot on the floor and heard two huge pops in my right knee,” she says. “The ACL (anterior cruciate ligament) had ruptured. The pain came from my tibia slamming into my femur.” She’d had injuries before – what dancer hasn’t? – but realized this could be career-ending: “I went into surgery, knowing I might not come back.”
Question: “Is politics to society what music is to sound?”
Cage: “Yes, if music is thought of as a body of laws to protect musical sounds from noises, as government protects rich from poor.”
And that incident wasn’t even the first trauma the poor woman suffered that year.
“As you surely know, universities have always been crucial for military juntas in Turkey, and certain individuals are believed to be in contact with cells within the military.”
With shelves full of awards, a discography of more than 60 titles, and more than 40 years as titular organist of the famous Saint-Germain des Près church in Paris, he was one of France’s most admired organists, known especially for his improvisation and his Bach. (in French; Google Translate version here)
“The leading Iranian artist Parviz Tanavoli, who was detained by officials earlier this month at Tehran’s Imam Khomeini International Airport, has been allowed to leave the country. … Tanavoli told us: ‘I am accused by the police. The accusations are that my art is based on ‘spreading the falsehood’ and ‘creating public anxiety’.'”
“Pearce devoted virtually his entire career to two arts organizations that were intimately connected – the Metropolitan Opera and the Metropolitan Opera Guild – and over a period of almost forty years his service to both institutions was distinguished, marked by intelligence, acumen and a rare degree of discretion.”
“To credit the multi-talented Marshall with any single accomplishment would be to diminish his others. He was everything – a director, writer, producer and actor, yes, but also a drummer and a journalist. … His career in the arts spanned six decades – seven if you count him drumming for a class of aspiring dancers at six years old – and he became arguably one of the most influential people in the entertainment business.”
“Dr. See was the author of 10 books, encompassing fiction and nonfiction, and was co-author of several more. For 27 years until her retirement in 2014, she was a regular book reviewer for The Washington Post. … ‘When I started to write I was relatively old, and lived in California. So I was the wrong sex, wrong age, wrong coast,’ she wrote in an essay. ‘Luckily I was too ignorant to know it.'”
St. Hildegard of Bingen was even cooler than you knew.
“He was ambitious, had the highest possible opinion of himself and aspired to the life of a noble, or at least to a noble life, a life dedicated to writing. … Dante’s self-image … dominated his writings and conditioned his every move.”
“Welcome to the strange world of modern-day fame, when it helps to be a nobody if you want to be a somebody! In some ways, we are returning to the rules of the medieval world, when major works of art and technology were created by anonymous innovators. But there’s a difference nowadays: Today’s mystery artists cultivate their aura of secrecy. They prefer obscurity over the perks of celebrity status.”
“My first reaction was, are they clowning me? I quickly realized it was sincere, and it was kind of amazing. Maybe [it caught on], because the posters made it seem possible. Instead of talking about it or demanding it, it was like, listen, it could be like this. For a minute, people were talking about it in a very serious way.”
“Mr. Smith founded the Gregg Smith Singers in 1955, when he was still a graduate student of music at the University of California, Los Angeles, and led it for more than 50 years, maintaining its reputation as one of the finest and most adventurous professional choruses in the United States.”
“Baloch, who was 26 years old, first rose to prominence after appearing in a Pakistani singing-competition show. Using Twitter and Facebook to post racy videos where she opined on controversial topics, she rapidly became one of the country’s most widely known social-media figures.”
“She didn’t know many of them personally, but she had tremendous respect for their lifetime commitment to excellence and the quiet sacrifices they make to bring the joy of music to others. Still, no one outside the small circle of family and advisers privy to her estate planning knew of the cash surprise she quietly tucked inside her will like a sly gift from a secret Santa.”
His breakout film was Pixote (1981), the story of a ten-year-old slum-dweller in São Paulo; he was also known for Ironweed, At Play in the Fields of the Lord, and Carandiru. His final film, My Hindu Friend starring Willem Dafoe, should be released in the U.S. later this year.
“[He] sold more than 600 cartoons and drawings to The New Yorker after William Shawn, the editor at the time, bought the first one in 1981. Like many cartoonists of a nonpolitical stripe, he was something of a sociologist – a student of habits and trends, memes and fashions, the purposes and cross-purposes of human interaction, most of which he exploited for gentle ridicule or defiant amusement.”
“Former Seoul Philharmonic Orchestra CEO Park Hyun-jung, who was ousted as the orchestra head in December 2014 over allegations of sexual and verbal harassment by members of the SPO, has filed a suit against Chung and his wife, surnamed Koo, who are currently staying in France, on charges of defamation.”
On his last day as Prime Minister David Cameron came out to speak to reporters and when we was done, turned away and hummed a short tune followed by “right!” But his mic was still on, and after news outlets played it, musicians began turning it into full-blown pieces of music…
The Human Rights Foundation withdrew the Vaclav Havel Prize from Pyotr Pavlensky – the man who nailed his scrotum to Red Square, tried to burn down the headquarters of the successor agency to the KGB and call it “art,” and saw Russia’s top art prize cancelled after he was nominated for it – because he planned to pay the legal bills of a violent group in the country’s Far East.
“[Her] mesmerizing stage presence and command of dozens of roles made her a mainstay of [the company] in the 1960s and ’70s … [She] had a dark, supple, powerful voice, … but it was her dramatic gifts and movie-star looks – The Daily News of New York once said she resembled ‘Ava Gardner of the love goddess years’ – that earned her a special place in the hearts of opera fans.”
“After 30 years of splitting his time between the tony enclaves of Manhattan and Bridgehampton, he has recently set about leaving much of his old life behind: filing for divorce from his wife, Leslie, after 43 years of marriage, disappearing for the winter to live virtually alone in a new apartment on Miami Beach and retreating from his summer friends to the crowded isolation of Long Beach. Even when Close ventures into the city for a gallery opening these days, he will often turn up in some outlandish costume, in fabrics printed with giant starfish and sunflowers, with lipstick smeared across his face and billowing, extravagant scarves.”
“Those who imagine that life in the past was simpler, slower and better are wrong. The experience of exhaustion, and anxieties about exhaustion epidemics in the wider population, are not bound to a particular time and place. On the contrary: exhaustion and its effects have preoccupied thinkers since classical antiquity.”
“A [recently discovered] note written by Félix Rey, a doctor who treated van Gogh at the Arles hospital, contains a drawing of the mangled ear.” Problem is, the note contradicts some key eyewitness testimony.
“There are numerous examples of governments and institutions putting books into bonfires, but they are still actions of external protest and censure. When writers burn their own manuscripts, they are destroying their own words. Cathartic, but also a bit sadistic. Burning is a slow, ritualistic death. Why not simply throw away a manuscript?”
“Over fruit salad and cool drinks, the pair discussed the childhood difficulties that drew them to acting; their shared commitment to young people at risk and L.G.B.T. issues; and the emotional dividends of that work, as well as becoming role models to younger women of color and gay men.”
In the weeks since then, Cooper has been updating readers with progress on the case via Facebook. So far, there hasn’t been much change in the situation: as of July 5th, Cooper wrote, “there are now three separate and simultaneous ‘internal investigations’ into the situation going on at Google.”
“Parviz Tanavoli, whose passport border officials confiscated last week at Tehran’s international airport, said … ‘I learnt this morning in court that the police had accused me of publishing false information and disturbing the public peace. They told me my sculptures are examples of disturbing the public peace.'”