funny story
Apr. 5th, 2005 02:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
e_clareSo I finally decide that I really would like to write a thesis. No, really: it's clear that I can talk and think about Stoppard's plays for hours on end, and it's simply too good an opportunity to pass up. During the first half of my seminar this afternoon, I'm seized by inspiration: write about Wilde in Stoppard (or Wildean Stoppard, and a bit of Stoppardian Wilde). God knows there's enough of a running theme, with references to Earnest (for starters) in everything from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern up through Oscar's actual appearance in The Invention of Love.
I even start brainstorming secondary art sources -- all right, films, mostly -- about Wilde, that could serve this exploration of the purpose and meaning of art in society. There's the obvious Wilde, for which I made a fool of myself today ("...and Jude Law as Bosie! Thumbs up!" *gestures*), Gilbert and Sullivan's Patience (which I've never seen, but wanted to), that Lord Alfred Douglas one-man show that was at Stratford several seasons back ... hell, I could even make an argument for Velvet Goldmine (although that one's more about fame and celebrity than art and Aetheticism).
I bravely approach the prof on our halfway-mark break, and pop the question (as it were): "Oh...it's funny you should ask me that, because I just agreed to advise somebody on her thesis on Stoppard."
Ouch. There goes my academic enthusiasm.
**I do still have until Wednesday, technically, to hear the official yea or nay from this professor; said she'd try to work something out, but DAMMIT, not fair.
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I even start brainstorming secondary art sources -- all right, films, mostly -- about Wilde, that could serve this exploration of the purpose and meaning of art in society. There's the obvious Wilde, for which I made a fool of myself today ("...and Jude Law as Bosie! Thumbs up!" *gestures*), Gilbert and Sullivan's Patience (which I've never seen, but wanted to), that Lord Alfred Douglas one-man show that was at Stratford several seasons back ... hell, I could even make an argument for Velvet Goldmine (although that one's more about fame and celebrity than art and Aetheticism).
I bravely approach the prof on our halfway-mark break, and pop the question (as it were): "Oh...it's funny you should ask me that, because I just agreed to advise somebody on her thesis on Stoppard."
Ouch. There goes my academic enthusiasm.
**I do still have until Wednesday, technically, to hear the official yea or nay from this professor; said she'd try to work something out, but DAMMIT, not fair.
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