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0b4f36e
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Love art in yourself, and not yourself in art.
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theatre
inspirational
art
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Constantin Stanislavski |
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927405a
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All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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mankind
theatre
world
poetry
humanity
life
roles
stage
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William Shakespeare |
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0a6d35e
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We're actors -- we're the opposite of people!
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theatre
people
humanity
humor
archetypes
symbolism
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Tom Stoppard |
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479217e
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All the world's a stage.
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theatre
universe
world
humanity
philosophy
stage
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William Shakespeare |
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a9731e6
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We do on stage things that are supposed to happen off. Which is a kind of integrity, if you look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else.
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theatre
life
exit
actors
entrance
transition
passage
drama
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Tom Stoppard |
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4f3ffbb
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What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
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theatre
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William Shakespeare |
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86d50bd
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Humans had built a world inside the world, which reflected it in pretty much the same way as a drop of water reflected the landscape. And yet ... and yet ... Inside this little world they had taken pains to put all the things you might think they would want to escape from -- hatred, fear, tyranny, and so forth. Death was intrigued. They thought they wanted to be taken out of themselves, and every art humans dreamt up took them further . He was fascinated.
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theatre
escape
escapism
human-nature
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Terry Pratchett |
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a6e47b5
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people see so many movies that when they finally see one not so bad as the others, they think it's great. an Academy Award means that you don't stink quite as much as your cousin.
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theatre
academy-awards
film
movies
theater
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Charles Bukowski |
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c4d757c
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Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really Asparagus. That's such a fuss To pronounce, that we usually call him just Gus. His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake, And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake. Yet he was, in his youth, quite the smartest of Cats -- But no longer a terror to mice or to rats. For he isn't the Cat that he was in his prime; Though his name was quite famous, he says, in his time. And whenever he joins his friends at their club (which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub) He loves to regale them, if someone else pays, With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days. For he once was a Star of the highest degree -- He has acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree. And he likes to relate his success on the Halls, Where the Gallery once gave him seven cat-calls. But his grandest creation, as he loves to tell, Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell.
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theatre
has-beens
cats
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T.S. Eliot |
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ffbf722
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I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
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theatre
shakespeare
names
poetry
inspiration
identity
life
love
inspirational
new-life
birth
resurrection
theater
name
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William Shakespeare |
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5afe9f2
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O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all, The flat unraised spirits that have dared On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt? O, pardon! since a crooked figure may Attest in little place a million; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces work. Suppose within the girdle of these walls Are now confined two mighty monarchies, Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder: Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts; Into a thousand parts divide on man, And make imaginary puissance; Think when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth; For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass: for the which supply, Admit me Chorus to this history; Who prologue-like your humble patience pray, Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.
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theatre
imagination
chorus
globe-theatre
history-plays
staging
stage
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William Shakespeare |
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63613c9
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All life is theatre,' he said. 'We are all actors, you and I, in a play which nobody wrote and which nobody will see. We have no audience but ourselves....
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theatre
philosophical
theater
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Susan Cooper |
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We were like two performers in a play, but we were divided, we were not acting with one another. We had to endure it alone, we had to put up this show, this miserable, sham performance for the sake of all these people I did not know and did not want to see again.
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theatre
mrs-de-winter
rebecca
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Daphne du Maurier |
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0450b9f
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The theatre is an attack on mankind carried on by magic: to victimize an audience every night, to make them laugh and cry and suffer and miss their trains. Of course actors regard audiences as enemies, to be deceived, drugged, incarcerated, stupefied. This is partly because the audience is also a court against which there is no appeal.
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theatre
actors
audiences
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Iris Murdoch |
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53c5665
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The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak. You dedicate yourself passionately to something, to a project, to people, to a family, you think of nothing else for weeks and months, then suddenly it's over, it's perpetual destruction, perpetual divorce, perpetual adieu. It's like , it's a koan. It's like falling in love and being smashed over and over again.' 'You do, then, fall in love.' 'Only with fictions, I love players, but actors are so ephemeral. And then there's waiting for the perfect part, and being offered it the day after you've committed yourself to something utterly rotten. The remorse, and the envy and the jealousy. An old actor told me if I wanted to stay in the trade I had better kill off envy and jealousy at the start.
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theatre
jealousy
love
remorse
regret
hamlet
theater
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Iris Murdoch |
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7ebaff3
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The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomimes.
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theatre
humanity
transience
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Iris Murdoch |
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"When I'm given a role, the first thing I do is read the play over and over again. I scour the script and write down everything the character says about himself and everything that everyone else says about him. I immerse myself in my character and imagine what it might be like to be that person. When I played Cassio in Othello I imagined what it would be like to be a lieutenant in the Venetian navy in 1604. I sat down with Ewan McGregor and Chiwetel Ejiofor and together we decided that Othello, Iago and Cassio had soldiery in their bones. I took from the script that Cassio was talented and ambitious, with no emotional or physical guard - and that's how I played the part. For me, acting is about recreating the circumstances that would make me feel how my character is feeling. In the dressing room, I practise recreating those circumstances in my head and I try to not get in the way of myself. For example, in act two of Othello, when Cassio is manipulated to fight Roderigo and loses his rank, some nights I would burst into tears; other nights I wouldn't but I would still feel the same emotion, night after night. Just as in life, the way we respond to catastrophe or death will be different every time because the process is unconscious. By comparison, in Chekhov's Ivanov I played the young doctor, Lvov. Lvov was described as "a prig and a bigot ... uprightness in boots ... tiresome ... completely sincere". His emotions were locked away. I worked around the key phrase: "Forgive me, I'm going to tell you plainly." I practised speaking gravely and sincerely without emotion and I actually noticed how that carried over into my personal life: when I played the open-hearted Cassio, I felt really free; when I played the pent-up Lvov, I felt a real need to release myself from the shackles of that character.
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theatre
emotion
tom-hiddleston
the-guardian
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Tom Hiddleston |
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73225a1
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Doubtless some ancient Greek has observed that behind the big mask and the speaking-trumpet, there must always be our poor little eyes peeping as usual and our timorous lips more or less under anxious control.
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metaphor
theatre
self-knowledge
masks
perception
drama
speech
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George Eliot |
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d9aa55a
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I was hungry when I left Pyongyang. I wasn't hungry just for a bookshop that sold books that weren't about Fat Man and Little Boy. I wasn't ravenous just for a newspaper that had no pictures of F.M. and L.B. I wasn't starving just for a TV program or a piece of music or theater or cinema that wasn't cultist and hero-worshiping. I was . I got off the North Korean plane in Shenyang, one of the provincial capitals of Manchuria, and the airport buffet looked like a cornucopia. I fell on the food, only to find that I couldn't do it justice, because my stomach had shrunk. And as a foreign tourist in North Korea, under the care of vigilant minders who wanted me to see only the best, I had enjoyed the finest fare available.
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theatre
literature
television
books
music
airports
cinema
cults
hero-worship
manchuria
shenyang
totalitarianism
tourism-in-north-korea
pyongyang
hunger
kim-il-sung
kim-jong-il
north-korea
propaganda
newspapers
food
tourism
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Christopher Hitchens |
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5692d6d
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Oh, God, I though, this is like two people in a play, in a moment the curtain will come down, we shall bow to the audience, and go off to our dressing-rooms.
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theatre
rebecca
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Daphne du Maurier |
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671dae4
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--and yet, whenever he started with the questions I froze stiff, as if I'd been pushed onstage in a play where I didn't know the lines.
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theatre
speechless
lines
stage
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Donna Tartt |
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146fca2
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Estragon: Acaba beraber olmasaydik ikimiz icin de daha hayirli olmaz miydi? (sahneyi bastan basa gecer, tumsege oturur.) Ayni yolun yolculari degiliz aslinda. Vladimir: (kizmadan) Orasi belli degil. Estragon: Dogru, hicbir sey belli degil. (Vladimir sahneyi bastan basa gecer, Estragon'un yanina oturur.) Vladimir: Her zaman ayrilabiliriz; bizim icin daha iyi olacagina inaniyorsan. Estragon: Artik degmez. (sessizlik) Vladimir: Dogru, artik degmez. (sessizlik) Estragon: Eee, gidelim mi? Vladimir: Evet, gidelim. (Kimildamazlar.)
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theatre
estragon
theater-of-the-absurd
vladimir
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Samuel Beckett |
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a1a6a40
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"In fact the "mask" theme has come up several times in my background reading. Richard Sennett, for example, in "The Corrosion of Character: The Personal Consequences of Work in the New Capitalism", and Robert Jackall, in "Moral Mazes: The World of Corporate managers", refer repeatedly to the "masks" that corporate functionaries are required to wear, like actors in an ancient Greek drama. According to Jackall, corporate managers stress the need to exercise iron self-control and to mask all emotion and intention behind bland, smiling, and agreeable public faces. Kimberly seems to have perfected the requisite phoniness and even as I dislike her, my whole aim is to be welcomed into the same corporate culture that she seems to have mastered, meaning that I need to "get in the face" of my revulsion and overcome it. But until I reach that transcendent point, I seem to be stuck in an emotional space left over from my midteen years: I hate you; please love me."
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theatre
morality
mask
corporate-culture
corporate-world
phony
faking
fake
masks
smile
moral
smiling
drama
self-control
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Barbara Ehrenreich |
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The midgets acted all of the tragedies and many of the comedies. They acted them all at once, and it was fortunate that Tetrahedron had so many faces, otherwise he might have died of fatigue. They acted them all at once, and the emperor, walking round his theatre, could see them all at once, if he wished. Round and round he walked, and so learned a very valuable thing: that no emotion is the final one.
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theatre
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Jeanette Winterson |
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cf7bb98
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BERNARDA.-- Las mujeres en la iglesia no deben mirar mas hombre que al oficiante, y a ese porque tiene faldas. Volver la cabeza es buscar el calor de la pana. MUJER 1.-- (En voz baja) !Vieja lagarta recocida! LA PONCIA.-- (Entre dientes) !Sarmentosa por calentura de varon! BERNARDA.-- (Dando un golpe de baston en el suelo) !Alabado sea Dios! TODAS.-- (Santiguandose) Sea por siempre bendito y alabado.
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theatre
mourning
religion
la-casa-de-bernarda-alba
spanish-literature
theatre-plays
teatro
spain
españa
honour
honor
theater
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Federico García Lorca |