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god keep your ladyship still in that mind, so some gentleman or other shall ’scape a predestinate scratched face.
much ado about nothing (2011)
‘Our drama class did an excursion to the Melbourne Theatre Company.
‘I saw a production of Richard III which had this Australian actor called Ewen Leslie in it who is one of my favourite actors.
‘It was just amazing, I remember watching and being like ‘whatever he is doing is so incredible and so inspiring, maybe I could do that’. We were doing a production of Richard III at school and I was playing Richard. It was obviously such a vastly smaller scale but I was so inspired by what the production was offering and what he was doing.
‘Then from that point, I went to university in Melbourne instead of going to acting school. I didn't have the courage to try to get into drama school at that point. I don't know what it was that was stopping me, maybe a lack of self-belief which I still struggle with. It wasn't until three years later I plucked up the courage to go and audition for drama school. Luckily I got in, but even then looking back I didn't tell anyone I was auditioning.
‘Then I eventually found out I got in and that was a whole big moment in itself because I had to face the prospect of leaving. The school I auditioned for was in London so I had to face the prospect of changing my life.’
— Charlie Vickers, Boys By Girls, 5 September 2022
(see quotes from Richard III, one of the plays used to audition for Sauron)
Shakespeare fans: we really need a fandom tag so we don’t have to sort through pages upon pages of quote posts. Y’know how the Greek classics people have #tagamemnon? We need something like that.
Inktober, day 5: Queen
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Inktober masterpost 🎃🍂🦇 (daily updated on the links to every work)
"[Some Modern Thing] would kill a peasant!"
My sweet child, Hamlet takes four hours to preform in it's entirety (without an interval) and there were Elizabethan people who watched it while standing the whole time.
my only love sprung from my only hate
too early seen unknown and known too late
prodigious birth of love it is to me
that I must love a loathed enemy
shakespeare's "romeo and juliet" act i, scene v
https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead
Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.
“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.
And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.
Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.
“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.
Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.
“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”
Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.
By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.
“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.
The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.
“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.
The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.
But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.
The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.
When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.
Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.
Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.
“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.
But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.
The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.
The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.
*only works if you have line of sight with your chosen audience
**sometimes it will be in rhyme. You have no control over this.
***once a day you must make a joke about being in disguise
^ In order to do this you must deliver 15+ lines of iambic pentameter to an audience of at least three people explaining what you’re doing and what happens during the time skip
^^ the more absurd and comical the hiding place the better it is, hiding behind a curtain, for example, would be risky, hiding behind a potted plant that is much smaller than you would be more effective
This is the human skull used as Yorick's skull in the Royal Court Theatre's acclaimed production of Hamlet directed by Richard Eyre, starring Jonathan Pryce as Hamlet, which opened on the 2nd April 1980. The skull was signed by many of the members of the cast and production team before it was offered as a raffle prize, presumably by the theatre.
The most popular image of Hamlet is that of the solitary figure of Hamlet holding Yorick's skull, despite the fact that when Hamlet holds it he is with the gravedigger and Horatio. The incident comes from the graveyard scene in Act V scene 1, where Hamlet takes Yorick's skull from the gravedigger and says to Horatio: 'Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.' That moment has somehow become emblematic of the play, and is often misquoted as: 'Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him well'. The critic Francis King, writing in The Sunday Telegraph, 6 April 1980, noted that when Pryce picked up the skull: 'it wasn't with the usual wistful regret for human mortality but with a childish glee'.
Who’s the gayest man you’ve written?
i once wrote an essay on myself
one of my buddies just succumbed to desire. he seriously just embraced earthly pleasures... the cost was not immediately apparent but will probably become known soon
“twelfth night” - william shakespeare // deadpool & wolverine (convinced to post this by @precalamity)
Portrait of actor James Earl Jones in a scene from Shakespeare's "The tempest." Stamped on back: "Friedman-Abeles Photographers, Inc., 351 West 54th Street, New York 19, N.Y." Handwritten on back: "James Earl Jones in 'The tempest.'"
E. Azalia Hackley Collection of African Americans in the Performing Arts, Detroit Public Library
can't believe I just upskirted David Tennant for 2 hours. front row is crazy
