{"id":15127,"date":"2014-08-25T20:49:42","date_gmt":"2014-08-26T01:49:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=15127"},"modified":"2014-08-25T20:51:40","modified_gmt":"2014-08-26T01:51:40","slug":"saint-and-poets-maybe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=15127","title":{"rendered":"Saint and poets, maybe"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My mind is still reeling from having seen Linklater&#8217;s new masterpiece &#8220;Boyhood&#8221;, a work of such startling depth and deceptively simple beauty.  There are individual moments that I just cannot get out of my head.<\/p>\n<p>The scenes I remember most vividly were not big and flashy at all.  They were simple conversations in which people found themselves suddenly able to break through and find a way to show their love for each other.  These scenes always came as a surprise &#8212; just as they do in real life.  The night we saw the film at the IFC, the entire audience was rapt from beginning to end.<\/p>\n<p>I imagine that audiences must have had a similar experience in 1938, seeing Thorton Wilder&#8217;s &#8220;Our Town&#8221; for the first time.  That was another experimental work which took its audience on a journey through twelve years of &#8220;ordinary&#8221; lives, only to arrive at the same powerful conclusion &#8212; that there is nothing ordinary about life.<\/p>\n<p>I am reminded of the conversation in &#8220;Our Town&#8221; between Emily and the Stage Manager, after she has found herself emotionally overwhelmed by the simple act of revisiting a single day of her childhood:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDo any human beings ever realize life while they live it?&#8221; she asks. &#8220;Every, every minute?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo.\u201d He replies, \u201cThe saints and poets, maybe &#8212; they do some.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My mind is still reeling from having seen Linklater&#8217;s new masterpiece &#8220;Boyhood&#8221;, a work of such startling depth and deceptively simple beauty. There are individual moments that I just cannot get out of my head. The scenes I remember most vividly were not big and flashy at all. They were simple conversations in which people &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=15127\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Saint and poets, maybe&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15127"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=15127"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15127\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15131,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15127\/revisions\/15131"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15127"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15127"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15127"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}