Two of the hardest words in the language to rhyme are life and love. Of all words!
Art, in itself, is an attempt to bring order out of chaos.
I chose and my world was shaken. So what? The choice may have been mistaken; the choosing was not. You have to move on.
Stop worrying if your vision is new. Let others make that decision; they usually do.
– Dot, from Sunday in the Park with George
Everybody faces a blank piece of paper, no matter what they’ve written or painted or composed before. I can’t imagine approaching every single new project with-without doubt.
I was raised to be charming, not sincere. – the Prince, from Into the Woods
Every writer I’ve ever spoken to feels fraudulent in some way or other.
Gotta watch out for directors.
Lyrics have to be underwritten. That’s why poets generally make poor lyric writers because the language is too rich. You get drowned in it.
Stephen Sondheim – whose birthday we remember today.
My favorite of all his work has to be Sunday in the Park.
It is also Mr. Sondheim’s favorite, according to a documentary about him, because of ‘what we were trying to say’.
And so I’ll leave you with another clip, from the BBC Proms celebration of Mr. Sondheim’s 80th birthday, back in 2010.
Today is also the day of the year we remember the birthdays of Andrew Lloyd Webber, Louis L’Amour, James Patterson and the poet Billy Collins…
So many luminaries born in March, it seems.
June must be a very good time to, um… you know… make, um… art!
Image found here.