i feel better

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We shed as we pick up, like travelers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The missing plays of Sophocles will turn up piece by piece, or be written again in another language. Ancient cures for diseases will reveal themselves once more. Mathematical discoveries glimpsed and lost to view will have their time again. You do not suppose, my lady, that if all of Archimedes had been hiding in the great library of Alexandria, we would be at a loss for a corkscrew?

Tom Stoppard, “Arcadia” (via lifeinpoetry)

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05/18/13

hellotailor:

i have seen some shit

what

uh huh

04/22/13

onlyfoolsandvikings:

My skull studies slowly turned into sassy Yorick studies

I feel you, Yorick.

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04/19/13

anditslove:

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03/30/13

leupagus:

racebending:

The Arena Stage in Washington DC’s 2013 production of My Fair Lady stars actress Manna Nichols as Eliza Doolitte.

For her production, director Molly Smith set out to cast actors of color for the role of Eliza Doolittle (and her father, Alfred) from the start—adding additional depth to the musical’s existing themes of classism and sexism. To do so, she had her literary team do some research on Edwardian London’s racial and ethnic demographics. This nontraditional casting is a perfect historical fit.

After researching London in the time Edwardian Era and discovering the large pockets of Asian immigrants, the director concentrated on casting Asian-American actors for the roles.

“Anytime casting is done in a different way, it confronts the audience. We want the theatre to grab us and make us question our preconceptions,” said Smith. [source]

Nichols is of mixed race; her mom is Chinese American and her dad is part Native American and part white; the role of Eliza, a cockney-accented flower seller, has been traditionally played by white actresses in hundreds of productions, including by Julie Andrews and Audrey Hepburn.To prepare for the role, Nichols researched the era the show is set in and also studied George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion.

When asked by a journalist from Washington City Paper about a racial “double standard” in her casting, Nichols said:

“No one ever questions the logic or the reality of a group of people singing and tap-dancing in the rain, but if a director casts an Asian person in a [typically white] role, people automatically question that choice.”

The production also decided to incorporate elements of steampunk into the costuming. (Less historically accurate than an Asian Eliza, but also awesome.) All in all, a creative and innovative take on a musical classic that deserves kudos.

DUDE who wants to go to DC with me and check this out.

02/27/13

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You think there is an answer: the lost autograph copy of life’s meaning, which we might recover from the corruptions that have made it nonsense.

AEH in Stoppard’s The Invention of Love (via tobreakandblossom)

02/16/13

erwinlondon:

since i’m posting show pictures, thought I would share some from Twelfth Night as well.

02/8/13

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The unpredictable and the predetermined unfold together to make everything the way it is. It’s how nature creates itself, on every scale, the snowflake and the snowstorm… People were talking about the end of physics. Relativity and quantum looked as if they were going to clean out the whole problem between them. A theory of everything. But they only explained the very big and the very small. The universe, the elementary particles. The ordinary-sized stuff which is our lives, the things people write poetry about — clouds — daffodils — waterfalls — and what happens in a cup of coffee when the cream goes in — these things are full of mystery, as mysterious to us as the heavens to the Greeks.

Arcadia, Tom Stoppard (via mirroir)

(via cinque-spotted)

02/5/13

nationalpost:

‘Beyond reasonable doubt’: King Richard III’s remains found buried beneath England parking lot
He wore the English crown, but he ended up defeated, humiliated and reviled. Now things are looking up for King Richard III. Scientists announced Monday that they had found the monarch’s 500-year-old remains under a parking lot in the city of Leicester — a discovery Richard’s fans say will rewrite the history books.

University of Leicester researchers say tests on a battle-scarred skeleton unearthed last year prove “beyond reasonable doubt” that it is the king, who died at the Battle of Bosworth Field in 1485, and whose remains have been missing for centuries.

“Richard III, the last Plantaganet King of England, has been found,” said the university’s deputy registrar, Richard Taylor. (AP Photo/ University of Leicester)

NOW IS THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT

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02/4/13

murrayed:

Meet Ophelia from Shakespeare’s Hamlet, she is about to take her own life. This fate could have been avoided if she had a sassy gay friend.

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01/31/13

shredsandpatches:

THE MANY “RICHARD PLZ” FACES OF HENRY BOLINGBROKE

(top row: Rory Kinnear, second row: Liam Brennan, Jon Finch; third row: Ben Miles, Linus Roache, Veit Schubert; bottom row: David Threlfall, David Troughton, Andrew Buchan)

NEVERMIND EVERYTHING I’VE EVER SAID BEFORE, THIS IS THE ACTUAL BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

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01/29/13

girls who kiss don’t know Latin

paratactician:

Jackson I know you and Pollard look down on science.

Pollard Is it a science? Ovid said it was an art.

Jackson Oh - love! You’re just ragging me because you’ve never kissed a girl.

Pollard Well, what’s it like, Jackson?

Jackson Kissing girls is not like science, nor is it like sport. It is the third thing when you thought there were only two.

Pollard Gosh.

Housman Da mi basia mille, deinde centum.

Pollard Catullus! Give me a thousand kisses, and then a hundred! Then another thousand, then a second hundred! - yes, Catullus is Jackson’s sort of poet.

Jackson How does it go? Is it suitable for sending to Miss Liddell as my own work?

Pollard That depends on which Miss Liddell. Does she go dum-di-di?

Jackson I very much doubt it. She’s the daughter of the Dean of Christ Church.

Pollard You misunderstand. She has to scan with Lesbia. All Catullus’s love poems are written to Lesbia, or about her. ‘Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus…’

Jackson I mean in English. Girls who kiss don’t know Latin.

Pollard Oh, in English. Come on, Housman. ‘Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love, and value at one penny the murmurs of disapproving old men…’

Housman ’And not give tuppence for the mutterence of old men’s tut-tutterence.’

Pollard He’s such a show-off.

Housman
‘Suns can set and rise again: when our brief light
is gone we sleep the sleep of perpetual night.
Give me a thousand kisses, and then a hundred more,
and then another thousand, and add five score…’

Jackson But what happens in the end?

Housman In the end they’re both dead and Catullus is set for Moderations. Nox est perpetua.

- Tom Stoppard, The Invention of Love

I reblog for cinque, a girl who who knows Latin :)

01/25/13

shakespeareanwordclouds:

Julius Caesar, IV.ii—iii, aka The Argument Scene

A comparison of Brutus’ lines (above) and Cassius’ (below).

(via cinque-spotted)

01/25/13

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AEH (the older Alfred Edward Housman)

… Here is Horace at the age of fifty pretending not to mind, verse 29, me nec femina nec puer, iam nec spes animi credula mutui - where’s the verb? anyone? iuvat, thank you, it delights me not, what doesn’t? - neither woman nor boy, nor the spec credula, the credulous hope, animi mutui - the trusting hope of love returned, nec, nor, that’s four necs and a fifth to come before the ‘but’, that’s why we call it poetry -nec certare iuvat mero - yes, to compete in wine, that’ll do for the moment, and nec - what? - nec vincire novis tempora floribus, rendered by Mr Howard as to tie new flowers to my head, Tennyson would hang himself - never mind, here is Horace not minding: I take no pleasure in woman or boy, nor the trusting hope of love returned, nor matching drink for drink, nor binding fresh-cut flowers around my brow -but - sed - cur heu, Ligurine, cur -
    Jackson is seen as a runner running towards us from the dark, getting no closer.
- but why, Ligurinus, alas why this unaccustomed tear trickling down my cheek? - why does my glib tongue stumble to silence as I speak? At night I hold you fast in my dreams, I run after you across the Field of Mars, I follow you into the tumbling waters, and you show no pity.
    Blackout.

Tom Stoppard; “The Invention of Love” (via lifeinpoetry)

(via cinque-spotted)

01/25/13

Andrew Scott and Ben Whishaw in “Cock” at The Royal Court Theatre

GYAGH I WANT THIS SO HARD I MIGHT BURST A BLOOD VESSEL

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12/29/12

i feel better

girls who kiss don’t know Latin

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