James Blunt 》 I’ll Be Your Man 《 Some Kind Of Trouble (2010)
The captain called and told me that the severed ears Gordon Cushing received were a DNA match for Sarah’s.
i can’t wait until i’m old and i’m sitting on a rocking chair talking to my grandchildren like “back in the days before good queer representation in the media was commonplace i had always hoped john and sherlock would get together, but it wasn’t until the sign of three that i knew for sure that it would happen” and my grandkids would stare at me wide-eyed and be like “grandmeme, their love is so clear and true, i can’t believe there was ever a time when people didn’t know it was endgame” and i’d take a huff of some hella weed that was delivered to my house by amazon drones and stare into the sunset with a twinkle in my eye and say “neither can i”
It’s a broken hallelujah and a pain in my fist
bisexual invisibility isn’t new. you see, we’ve always had the power.
every unsolved high stakes art robbery? bisexuals.
crop circles? bisexuals with mowers.
poltergeists? nope just rowdy bisexuals
Roanoke colony? bisexuals probably.
"you make my heart beat in iambic pentameter."
no you don’t understand shakespeare literally writes to the beat of your heart
- that’s why shakespearean actors will sometimes pound their chests in time to the words during readings
- that’s why you use fluctuations in the rhythm to track your character’s emotional state - any irregularities in the scansion are like the character’s heart stuttering or jumping or skipping a beat
- that’s why when characters share the rhythm - switching off in the middle of a foot - those characters inevitably have an extraordinarily intimate connection
shakespeare fucking writes viscerally, he is literally in your body, and that, my friend, that is why the best shakespearean actors don’t posture and emote
you have to be fucking alive and passionate and electric - it can’t be intellectual, in the end, it has to be about connection and the sweating, cheering, jeering, bleeding masses you’re performing to, because make no mistake, shakespeare may go to lofty heights, but he only works if you’re just as grounded in the earth. he has to be in your body. he has to be in your body.
holy motherfucking shit i love shakespeare so much, get him in your bones, breathe him in, stomp and rage and pine, dadum dadum dadum dadum dadum, it is literally to the beat of your heart
und dies ist nur ein Datum und dies ist nur ein Tag.
Happy 07. März everyone!