French Cancan

A sophisticated yet chill theatre manager intricately constructs engaging spectacles, with a keen versatile eye for talent he showcases skill and drive and virtuosity. 

Financing the show and paying the bills along with the performers has its share of complications, which he imaginatively overcomes with personality, as enthusiastic patronage ebbs and flows. 

Another potential dancer catches his eye so he goes to great lengths to deftly train her, her husband-to-be none too fond of theatre nor its endemic sensational ways and means.

She demonstrates considerable talent and gives it everything she's rhythmically got, vivaciously responding to the stern bright tutelage benevolently offered on her behalf.

Theatres come and theatres go as grand designs and monumental hypotheses, eccentrically endow legendary prowess with extant fluidity and resourceful spawn.

Worlds colliding, the rough and tumble the idle rich the strict performers, inherent bedlam chaotically subscribed to creative enlivening tactile expenditure. 

From their inquisitive interactions lay jouissance enigmatically rejuvenates.

Fresh ideas, omnibus character.

Indeterminate structure. 

Foundational fugacity. 

Such a shame the theatre so often relies on finances otherwise disdained, and the people who want to put on a show haven't the slightest regarding flair or subtlety. 

Not that good friends who study science and math don't occasionally appreciate artistic independence, and lend a hand to struggling performers with no explicit strings narratively attached.

Yet how often does artistic independence mean "superhero film" or "adventure romance?", "did you see the latest Batman film?", "it had the heart of supernatural engineering!".

Not that the films aren't entertaining or that Truffault and Godard would have severely criticized them, they're just so easy to instantly love, with adoring characters implored, succeeding.

Remember, they're in charge so don't remind them of their bad taste. 

It's even worse when they've been offended.

Especially when they notice your flattery's awkward.  

La Bête Humaine

At times I imagine the cultivation of intimacy within a constructive working relationship produces festivity, the successive manifestation of wholesome merriment gradually narrativized through song, as the years pass and traditions mutate inherent variability naturally acquiesces, interactive quid pro quos lightheartedly diversifying, through manifold variations on trusted themes.

Work and family, old friends and new, congenial shopkeeps and studious professionals, ebb and flow within the matrimonial history, with varying degrees of effervescence stipulated.

The sharing of enriching meals elaborately composed through reverential daring, infinitely attuned to proportional abundance as innate novelty bipartisanly radiates.

The local galleries continuously revitalized through seemingly miraculous unique invention, the vivacious versatile vicissitudes curiously curated through inspired enchantment.

Games of chance and athletic expenditure effectively galvanizing intrepid spirits, endearingly awaiting that incredible moment when victorious accolades impeccably echo.

Sure and steady determined endeavour consistently transformed into chill alternatives, mutual accommodation and reliable perseverance subliminally suturing communal resolve.

Latent improvisation ensuring progressive unexpected ameliorations, efficiently subduing excessive routine with exotic cultured unpredictable largesse. 

The natural world dynamically rambunctiously enlivening hearts and minds throughout the land, as different species modestly excel within alternative complex environments.

Classical music still respectfully played hundreds of years later by compelling symphonies, the musical genius indubitably reverberating within contemporary interpretive zounds.

But why not Lionel Hampton and Benny Goodman, should these great jazz musicians not also enigmatically regenerate, is their music not on par with Mozart and Beethoven and not also worthy of historical chronicle?

I would argue it's in fact preferable but that's accounting for particular taste.

Incrementally adjusted, interwoven.

Much more work.

Not to mention relaxed venues.