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THIS IS THE FUNNIEST FUCKING RESPONSE IVE EVER GOTTEN ON ANY OF MY POSTS EVER
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I donāt have tiktok so I had to find this like a mole digging for worms and nothing could have prepared me for the actual video itself
[Video description:
TikTok video with split screen for a duet. On left half of the screen, a young blonde woman holds a microphone. White text above her reads: "Open verse challenge!!". On the right half of the screen is a young brunette man with light facial hair.
Woman sings into microphone:
"It's me or the PS5
Tell me which of us is more your type
Seems like you can't decide
So if it's not me, then I'm probably gonna run it over"
Green text appears, which reads: "your turn!!" The woman holds out her microphone to the viewer and bobs along with the instrumental track. The man turns on a lamp for dramatic lighting from below, hunches forward with sudden intensity, and begins singing in a ragged goblin voice:
"It's me boy, I'm the PS5
Speaking to you inside your brain!
Listen to me, boy
Leave the girl, we don't need her!
Come with me and play my games
We'll have [his rhythm falters] cowboy times in space
Doo-doo-da-doo, yeah [voice cracks]
You need me, boy, your free will is an illusion--"
Video cuts off.
End desc]
what is your relation to prev?
mutuals
i follow them, they dont follow me
they follow me, i dont follow them
neither of us follow each other
some situation involving sideblogs/other nuance
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Outdoor in sun perfec t place for president to do speech! Outdoor very warm very soft put old man on green lawn under sun. Put old man in warm sun. no problem ever in warm sun because good view and audience can see long speech. Nice podium outdoor sunny perfect place for old president can trust warm sun to give nice view to President good luck to President. friend sun.
every day i get a little madder about the ādream jobā narrative⦠all i want is to have a job that benefits society somewhat, doesnāt abuse me, and lets me live a happy life outside of my job lol. jobs should not be (and arguably canāt be) cosmic destinies and identities

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inspired by @the-tenth-arcanumās similar poll:
what is THE loadbearing point of information about me
parents were VERY acrimoniously divorced (one got remarried twice)
diagnosed autistic as a toddler but was told to pass as ānormalā
extremely complicated personal history with organized christianity
(allegedly) sang before speaking
likely has several undiagnosed mental & physical illnesses (and some diagnosed)
taught myself to read at the age of two
often asked to step in last minute for artistic/academic/professional things
was one of the only people to volunteer to read roles in plays in english class
7th grade latin teacher gave me a college textbook bc she thought iād get bored
1st dream job was to be a pro mountain climber until i learned about the dangers
published my own educational e-newsletter in sixth grade
grew up dancing along to ballet tapes my dad begrudgingly got from the library
i enjoy the miserable girl character.
while artfight being this month is very exciting, i would like to take the time to remind you all;
I hope everyone with psychotic disorders has a wonderful disability pride!
I hope everyone with cluster a personality disorders has a wonderful disability pride!
I hope everyone with cluster b personality disorders has a wonderful disability pride!
I hope everyone with cluster c personality disorders has a wonderful disability pride!
I hope everyone with visual impairment disorders has a wonderful disability pride!
I hope everyone with hearing impairment disorders has a wonderful disability pride!
I hope everyone with learning impairment disorders has a wonderful disability pride!
I hope everyone with amputations has a wonderful disability pride!
I hope everyone with any disorders i may have missed has a wonderful disability pride!
*flies past proudly*
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Silencing Shakespeare.Ā
In 1940 the Russian actor Boris Livanov, who was rehearsing with Stanislavsky, was approached at a plush reception by a man who asked, āWhat is the Moscow Art Theatre working on these days?ā
He replied: āHamlet.ā āBut Hamlet is weak.ā
And after those five words Ivanov knew the production would never open. For he was talking to Stalin.
Stalin detested this play. He saw Hamlet as the epitome of both indecision and dissent and no doubt recognised himself in the avuncular murderer Claudius: āDenmarkās a prison.ā Ā Ivanov knew perfectly what Stalinās smile concealed: a year earlier the great director Meyerhold, who was planning to stage Hamlet as the summation of his lifeās work, was arrested and executed on invented charges Ā and his actress wife was brutally murdered in their home. In a totalitarian climate of terror, five words were sufficient to silence a play.
So the tragedy disappeared from Soviet stages for decades. When Stalin died, Hamlets sprang up everywhere - Innokenty Smoktunovsky, who starred in the great Russian film version (1964), had been a prisoner in the Gulag - but soon paranoia reasserted itself.
1968
1968, the year when theatre censorship ended in the UK, was of course also the year of student protests from Paris to Chicago. Here were young people united ā however diverse the local issues that lit the fire - Ā by their refusal to accept the logic of the divided Cold War world. And in Warsaw, as it happens, Ā they marched to defend a play.
In January ā68 a production of the nineteenth-century Polish classic Dziady (Forefathers Eve) was closed down by order of the Communist government because the playās passionate condemnation of Tsarist tyranny seemed dangerously up to date. When the curtain fell on the last night, the packed audience processed from the National Theatre towards the statue of the author, Adam Mickiewicz ā āBanning Mickiewicz in Poland is like banning Shakespeare in Britainā, one of the student leaders recalled recently: it was āthe intellectualsā revolt against the dictatorship.ā They were attacked and beaten by the riot police. Protests continued across the whole country, outdone by increasingly brutal repression. Ā In that time and place, theatre mattered.
If Denmarkās a prison, Hamlet is a political prism. A few months later, Ā a production in the Polish provincial city Lublin restaged the ā68 events via Shakespeare. Now Hamlet in jeans and a black sweater was beaten up after his play by the paramilitaries of a medieval police state. He struggled in a culture of spies to establish whom to trust, but he would not keep silent.
And theatres in Eastern Europe would continue to use Shakespeare to smuggle protest under the radar for the next twenty-one years.
1968-1989
In country after country visual codes, symbols, allegories and allusions evolved and subtle nuances of translation were finessed so that the playsā subversive potential was difficult to pinpoint but Ā impossible to squash. When the Romanian actor Ion Caramitru tried to stage Hamlet, the censors blocked it because the translation was too āmodernā and the project provocative. But Caramitru appealed against the decision: āYou canāt stop Shakespeare,ā Ā he argued, āor at least you canāt be seen to. The whole world will laugh at you.ā The tactic worked, the myth of Shakespeare has become so massive and so global that his plays are - almost - censor-proof. In 1989, when the revolution began in Romania, protestors asked Caramitru to lead them to the television station. It was the man who played Hamlet who broadcast the message, āJoin usā to the nation.
Is a regimeās best solution, then, to ban not slippery texts but flesh and blood actors?
Back to 1968. After Soviet tanks rolled into Czechoslovakia to suppress āSocialism with a human faceā, thousands of citizens were forced to denounce their own beliefs. Because the eminent actress Vera Chramostova refused to do, so she disappeared from theatre and t.v.. But in the little Prague flat where she now lived by making lampshades, Ā she and her husband Ā created the now-legendary āLiving-room Theatreā, where small groups met to attend performances Ā - or, as the State called them, āunauthorized assembliesā - until the police arrived. And so in 1978 five people - two once-professional actors, a cleaner, a singer, and the playwright Pavel Kohout - performed Macbeth to audiences of two dozen at a time. As the indispensable Index on Censorship reported, this clandestine enactment of Macbethās seizure of power urged one spectator to redefine the meaning of theatre: āIt is an arena where we go to assert our freedomā. Or as Vera Chramostova herself put it modestly, theatre is āa crippleās crutch, enabling him to walk.ā
Today
History teaches that a truly determined censorship must ban the play, imprison or exile the performers, criminalise the spectators ā and undermine language itself.
All this happened in the case of the Belarus Free Theatre, whose criticism of life under Alexander Lukashenko, known as āEuropeās last dictatorā, made life impossible for them in Belarus. When they were invited to play King Lear in London as part of the Globe to Globe festival in the Olympic year 2012, they accepted because they would be representing the country from which they were excluded and speaking Shakespeare in Belarussian, Ā the language stigmatized by the regime. The Arts Desk rightly called it āOne of the greatest productions of King Lear London has ever seenā; and much more significantly, perhaps, it was seen by people in Belarus itself in 2013, live-streamed from the Globe.
With the aid of technology, drama can cross borders as never before, reach beyond time and place. Even though fewer than four hundred people ever saw that living-room Macbeth in Prague (there were just seventeen performances), it was secretly filmed, televised in Western Europe, and discussed around the world. And today we have social media ā it neednāt all be fake news. Hamlet says theatre is a mirror up to nature, showing the āform and pressureā of the time; well, history shows us that international opinion can apply Ā āpressureā too.
But we must not be naĆÆve.
In Ā 2012 Shakespeare Must Die, a film adaptation of Macbeth by Ing Kanjanavanit, was banned by the Thai Government. Allegedly its portrait of political corruption and crushed student protest Ā ācauses disunity among the people of the nationā. Thanks to social media, I was able to show Shakespeare Must Die in England and wrote at the time that this case āproves, ironically, that in the internet age there is no better way of bringing a State into disrepute than by attempting to imprison art.ā Ā Last year, Thai courts upheld the ban.
Ā Itās a matter of time.Ā
Professor Tony HowardĀ (University of Warwick) Ā has written three drama-documentaries on the history of multicultural Shakespearean acting in Britain and America. Howardās Ira Aldridge documentary was given a reading in the Sam Wanamaker Playhouse in 2017. On 5 July 2018, he will be on the panel of Shakespeare Under the Radar.Ā

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inspired by @the-tenth-arcanumās similar poll:
what is THE loadbearing point of information about me
parents were VERY acrimoniously divorced (one got remarried twice)
diagnosed autistic as a toddler but was told to pass as ānormalā
extremely complicated personal history with organized christianity
(allegedly) sang before speaking
likely has several undiagnosed mental & physical illnesses (and some diagnosed)
taught myself to read at the age of two
often asked to step in last minute for artistic/academic/professional things
was one of the only people to volunteer to read roles in plays in english class
7th grade latin teacher gave me a college textbook bc she thought iād get bored
1st dream job was to be a pro mountain climber until i learned about the dangers
published my own educational e-newsletter in sixth grade
grew up dancing along to ballet tapes my dad begrudgingly got from the library
So you know the scene at the end of The Taming of The Shrew where they have that stupid competition to see whose wife is most obedient? Can you imagine if other Shakespeare characters were there?
Ophelia: You called, My Lord?
Hamlet: No I didnāt. Why are you here when nobody likes you? Go away!
Petruchio: Even I think thatās mean.
Romeo: Go find Juliet and ask her if she would come here and tell her she has the most beautiful eyes, that make the very sun seem dull, and the loveliest hair and a face that puts to shame Aphrodite herself...oh and bring her this sonnet I wrote her...and actually Iāll go find her myself for I canāt bear to be apart from her another moment!
Petruchio: ā¦
Petruchio: ⦠Yeah heās not coming back. Next!
Coriolanus: Go find my wife and ask her to come here and also ask her if she's seen Aufidius. Actually, have you seen Aufidius...or heard any news of him?
Servant: No I haven't⦠Is there a name or a description I could use to find your wife?
Coriolanus: Hold on. I know this one.
Petruchio: Wow... Weāll come back to you. Next!
Orlando: I refuse to participate in this farce. Itās demeaning to women.
āGanymedeā: Nonsense! Any real man (which I totally am) wants women to obey him without question!
Orlando: Thatās wrong! Thatās not being a āreal manā; thatās just being a bully. I would never treat Rosalind that way and I hope no one else would either!
āGanymedeā: ⦠You pass the test.
Orlando: What?
"Ganymede": What?
Benedick: HEY BEATRICE!
Beatrice from 3 rooms away: WHAT?
Benedick: CAN YOU COME HERE A SECOND?
Beatrice: WHY?
Benedick: SOME MAN HERE WANTS TO SEE IF YOUāRE OBEDIENT.
Beatrice: WHY ARE YOU PERPETUATING THE OBJECTIFICATION OF WOMEN INSTEAD OF PUNCHING HIM IN THE FACE?
Benedick: YOU MEAN YOU DONāT WANT TO COME HERE AND SHOW OFF YOUR OBEDIENCE? I AM SHOCKED AND HEARTBROKEN!
Beatrice: HA. HA. SO HILARIOUS.
Beatrice: ⦠HE STILL DOESNāT SOUND VERY PUNCHED IN THE FACE. I SUGGEST YOU FIX THAT UNLESS YOU WANT TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH FOREVER!
Benedick: ON IT!
Benedick *rolling up his sleeves*: Isnāt she great?
thinking about that one post about america thatās like āI love you jazz and national parks and baseball and 50s dinersā and feeling the same way about (the good part of) the culture of being christian. i love you gregorian chant and vivaldiās gloria and handelās messiah and unclouded day and didnāt my lord deliver daniel and the oh hellosā dear wormwood and praise to the lord the almighty and jesus loves me. i love you ancient ethiopian churches dug into the earth and st basilās in red square and la sagrada familia and washington national cathedral and little wooden frame churches in hidden corners of every country and two or three gathered where no one can build a building. i love you the concept of the imago dei and the ending of roman exposure of infants and the abolition of the british slave trade and the battle hymn of the republic (āas he died to make men holy let us die to make men freeā!) and the calling of men to love and sacrifice for women rather than rule them and caring for those everyone else left behind even if it means inconvenience or personal cost. i love you stained glass windows and elaborate wall mosaics and icons and the gospels as painted by rembrandt and the pictures in childrenās bibles. i love you gerard manley hopkins and john donne and (sometimes) john milton and george herbert and ts eliot and mary oliver. i love you lucy pevensie and frodo baggins and meg murray and the narrative of the universe in which what is weak has been chosen to shame what is strong. i love you self-sacrifice in roman coliseums and at the stake and in nazi-occupied europe and every day in small acts of love for fellow human beings and small denials of hatred and self-centeredness and cruelty. i love you, concept that ultimate beauty and truth and justice and goodness and love are the center and the end of the entire universe.
Hey, do you have any advice for directing Shakespeare?
Oh man. Do you have six hours to talk about it?Ā
(Sidenote: I love your URL, well done.)Ā
So, here are the basic things Iāve learned directing/teaching/learning Shakespeare.Ā
First:Ā The text should always be the final authority. Resist the urge to try interesting ideas if they go against the text, because ultimately it will impede the audienceās understanding of the story. I recently saw a production of The Tempest where Prospero was played by a womanānot convincinglyāand there was no explanation or thematic justification for it, so the whole time the audience was sitting there going,Ā āWhy the fuck does Miranda keep saying sheās never seen another woman if her dad literally IS A WOMAN?ā Iām not saying donāt get creativeāIām saying make sure your work supports the text and enhances the audienceās understanding of it. If it doesnāt support the text, itās just a gimmick. (The good news is you can find justification in Shakespeareās text for just about anything. Itās a devil-can-quote-scripture-for-his-purpose kind of situation.)Ā
Second: It does not matter how well actors know their lines if they donāt understand what theyāre saying. Learning how to read, speak, and scan Shakespeare is important. The text is full of clues for how speeches should be felt and said and understood. Ignore them at your peril. If an actor doesnāt understand what theyāre saying, the audience wonāt understand it either. Spend time on this. You should do weeks of table work before you even think about getting up on your feet.Ā
Third: Do your research. You should know your play almost by heart. You canāt help your actors understand the text if you donāt understand it yourself. There is nothing worse than Shakespeare directed by someone who isnāt qualified to be doing it. And be honest with yourself if thatās the caseābecause it will save you a lot of time, frustration, and embarrassment. You donāt want to take on Shakespeare until youāre really ready. It has centuries or tradition behind it and itās a lot of pressure.Ā
Fourth: Itās all about the feeling. Apathy is never an option in Shakespeare. I was once in the worldās worst production of Julius Caesar, and part of the reason it failed so hard was that our Brutus just didnāt seem to care about anything that was happening. If the characters donāt care, the play doesnāt make sense, and words that should be incredibly powerful will just sound ludicrous. More on this here.Ā
Fifth: Shakespeare should be fun. People so often underestimate how important this is. Itās called a play for a reason. Itās hard fucking work, donāt get me wrong, but it should also be exhilarating and inspiring and delightful. If the actors arenāt having fun, the audience wonāt either (and yes, you can have a lot of fun with a tragedyājust because the story is sad doesnāt mean you canāt have a blast telling it).Ā
Anyway, thatās what Iād start with. Good luck!
It's a perfect sonnet.
14 lines. 3 stanzas in ABAB rhyme, and a rhyming couplet at the end.
It starts off with each of them speaking a whole stanza. Romeo offering up a self depreciating metaphor (a pilgrim at a holy shrine, sinful for wanting to place a kiss on her hand), and Juliet returning it (it's not a sin for a pilgrim to touch the hands of a saint. Pilgrims and the saints hands can touch. )
Then they share a quatraine, keeping the rhyme and rhythm steady, the flirting turning even more overt. (Saints and pilgrims both have lips, yeah? Well, sure, for prayer. Well if a pilgrims hand can touch a saints hand, then their lips...)
Then they each speak half a couplet (the saints dont make the first move, but if its a prayer....well, here I am, praying....), and share their first kiss.
It's flirty and silly and a little irreverent, and they become more and more in sync as they speak.
This is a heightened, fantastical, almost reality bending moment. This is a moment where two lonely teenagers, one who is having her future decided without her and the other fresh from an unrequited rejection, feel the world shift around them.
And the foreshadowing sits at the end of stanza 3. This is an act of faith, but if it cannot be, it will turn to despair.
And I just. The craft of it. The poetry of it. How the form and the rhythm mirror the metaphor and mirror the emotion of it.

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Mozartās Idomeneo with Philip Langridge, Diana Montague, Sylvia McNair and Cheryl Studer, conducted by Seiji Ozawa.
To all trans youth out there: I see you, I love you, I am proud of you being who you are in this extremely difficult time. I'm so sorry so many adults either want to attack you or have failed to protect you from those attacks.
You deserve a better world and we won't stop fighting until we make a better one.
And fuck the Supreme Court.
Last verse same as the first.
Fuck the Supreme Court.