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my name is kaitlyn.
21 years old. infj. creator.
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‘It is, it’s one of the greatest parts you’ll ever play as an actress. Except it’s the reverse of Hamlet because he spends three hours worrying and does nothing, whereas Medea takes an hour and 15, massacres the whole fucking stage and walks off. But it’s great because she uses every shred of femininity that she has to do it, and she also has the complexity of guilt.’
Helen McCrory, answering the question “Is Medea a bit like a female Hamlet?”

ttnpt:

Street views of Europe pt 1
Paris, Annecy, Lyon, Rome, Verona, Venice, Burano, Vienna, Budapest

fuckyeahgreatplays:

Joel de la Fuente and Celia Keenan Bolger play the parents of a young American boy who is believed to be a reincarnation of a high Buddhist teacher in The Oldest Boy, a new play by Sarah Ruhl that will premiere at Lincoln Center starting November 3.

The Oldest Boy tells the story of Tenzin, the toddler son of an American woman (to be played by Celia Keenan-Bolger) and a Tibetan man (Joel de la Fuente) who is recognized as the reincarnation of a high Buddhist teacher. Differing cultures contend with competing ideas of faith and love when two monks seek permission to take Tenzin to a monastery in India to begin his training as a spiritual master. His parents must decide whether to send their young son away or keep him home.

I know we’ve gotten a lot of exciting theater news today, but let’s not lose this piece in all of it. This sounds interesting.

bavarde:

daily reminder to close your eyes and take a deep breath and remind yourself that you’re okay and to be present and to smile

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amywinehousedevotee:

Tenderly | 2006 | Live | Jools Holland

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celestedoodles:

We are The Muses. Goddesses of the Arts and proclaimers of heroes.

Calliope, Clio, Terpsichore, Melpomene, Thalia

[Joan] shouldn’t have been able to do what she did. Ride at the head of an army. Lead men into battle. Be victorious. A year earlier, she hadn’t known how to ride a horse. She’d practiced by riding on the backs of her father’s cattle. She taught herself to ride in the few weeks she lived at Neufchâtel, while she worked at the tavern of La Rousse, when her family was fleeing the Burgundians. She had never worn armor, and the armor weighed sixty pounds – a much heavier burden on the body of a short woman than on the body of a tall man. She did what she did beside men who had trained for it since early childhood. She had never studied tactics. She had never even seen a battle. But she knew she was a warrior; her voices told her she would lead men to victory. She harbored no doubts.
—Mary Gordon, Joan of Arc
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The theatre is an empty box and it is our task to fill it with fury and ecstasy, and with revolution.
— Slings & Arrows

chazkeats:

Comptine d’Un Autre Été: La Démarche, Yann Tiersen.

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