Truth in drama is forever elusive. You never quite find it but the search for it is compulsive. The search is clearly what drives the endeavour. The search is your task. More often than not you stumble upon the truth in the dark, colliding with it or just glimpsing an image or a shape which seems to correspond to the truth, often without realising that you have done so. But the real truth is that there never is any such thing as one truth to be found in dramatic art. There are many. These truths challenge each other, recoil from each other, reflect each other, ignore each other, tease each other, are blind to each other. Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.Read the full lecture.
... When we look into a mirror we think the image that confronts us is accurate. But move a millimetre and the image changes. We are actually looking at a never-ending range of reflections. But sometimes a writer has to smash the mirror-- for it is on the other side of that mirror that the truth stares at us. -Pinter, Art, Truth, and Politics
feet are smarter than engines, and dreams are stronger than thighs
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veritability- May 14th, 20:24
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- May 1st, 0:31
Good advice, and one that particularly stuck out for me.5. Be honest with yourself.
‘This is an important one for me. There is very little point in pretending to yourself, and others, that you want to be the best at something. If you really want to succeed in anything you first have to make an emotional commitment to yourself.
‘For example: say to yourself – out loud in public – “Right now, there is nothing more important to me than becoming world champion.” When you can say this to yourself with total honesty, you can really start the journey, with no doubt in your mind that you’ve made the right decision. If you’re having doubts about something, recognise that you’re having doubts, be honest with yourself, then leave it and move on.’ - '10 Life Lessons I Learnt From Canoeing', Ben Brown
Got to break out of this...these...maybe I really should take a look at neurolinguistic programming.
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- April 27th, 20:28
i can't believe i'm dying to go for a run right now.
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- April 22nd, 19:59
people go crazy differently. you can see it now that it's exam time. on twitter, there are people who go "w/r/i/s/t", or CAPSLOCK ABUSE like nobody's business, or start dragging their words like THISSSSSSSSSS. Loop songs over and over. Suddenly talk or text a lot. Suddenly fic a lot, or watch more movies in a day than they've done in 3 months. I think I'm going crazy.
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- April 22nd, 18:36
lady, i will touch you
by e.e. cummingsLady, i will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene(lady i will
touch you with my mind.) Touch
you, that is all,lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite easethe poem which i do not write.
:) i should prolly get a poetry tag... heck, i can't be bothered.
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- April 22nd, 15:04
Ugh, just watched Warrior. Ugh. FEELINGS aewhtnewjkntajkdnadskjnfajektneawktew
Bloody nervewracking and so freaking exhausting. I couldn't stop jiggling my leg or tapping my fingers or biting my lip, it was ridiculous how tense the movie made me. Tom Hardy, you freak!
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- April 18th, 13:42
"ABC"
wislawa szymborska
I’ll never find out now
What A. thought of me.
If B. ever forgave me in the end.
Why C. pretended everything was fine.
What part D. played in E.’s silence.
What F. had been expecting, if anything.
Why G. forgot when she knew perfectly well.
What H. had to hide.
What I. wanted to add.
If my being around
meant anything
to J. and K. and the rest of the alphabet.
- and times they turn, and hearts disfigure ... but it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
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- April 17th, 18:47
Lately I've been listening to lyrics as if they were conversations between y and z to which i am privy to, standing at the sidelines with my own private thoughts. Then when that gets too much, when I sense myself drifting dangerously close to things best not to think about, I just start playing this wonderful, brilliant, completely fitting arthur/eames mix which you can find here. Tadaa. It's rare that a mix can capture the atmosphere so perfectly.
I've been looping that playlist for at least two weeks now. Personal favourites:
Fleet Foxes - Grown Ocean
Villagers - Becoming A Jackal
Ryan Adams - Burning Photographs
The Ark - You, Who Stole My Solitude
Jonquil - Babe So Why No
Parenthetical Girls - Handsome Devil
The Magnetic Fields - The Things We Did and Didn't Do
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- April 15th, 17:50
"My life is respectable, my Muse is full of jesting. A book is not evidence of one's soul." - Ovid
Neither is a journal evidence of one's feelings.
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- April 9th, 21:20
Just looked at a 2011 photo of John Ashbery posing beside a portrait of himself done by Porter; he's old now, sat in a wheelchair. One eye's in shadow, the other eye catches the glint of the overhead light or camera. It's his birthday. He looks old. He reminds me of my grandmother. I wonder what he is thinking.
