(Fuck Yeah Stage Directions.)

Because what is done is often more important than what is said.

[radicalposture]

These are the most fabulous stage directions I have ever had the privilege to witness.

[shakespeareismyjam]

this dude’s the director right, cause i recognise these postures. chorus, that was your cue. chorus, get on stage - you missed your cue. CHORUS, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT ON STAGE? fuck it, i will play the chorus

[fuckyeahgreatplays]

Bottom left is my favorite. “THERE. THERE is your entrance. RIGHT THERE.”

[fuckyeahstagedirections]

- Hysteria, by Terry Johnson

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Me

[promptbookprogrammer]

She reaches further, takes her last breath, and dies as SEYMOUR scoops her up into his arms. MUSIC swells romantically. LIGHTS mirror the mood. The sunset goes nuts. The image is one of Wagnerian splendor as SEYMOUR stands for a moment, holding the dead AUDREY in his arms, and US., THE PLANT’s mammoth trap opens very slowly. SEYMOUR turns US. and carries AUDREY slowly, ceremoniously, toward it. A choir of unseen voices provides an M.G.M. touch as SEYMOUR gently lays his love inside THE PLANT. He then kneels and miserably watches AUDREY disappear, as if being sucked down into the monster’s insides. Finally, when she is gone, The Pod slowly closes. As the music turns from majestic to poignant, SEYMOUR silently rises, crosses down C. and sits on the edge of the shop platform. He is stunned, lost, numb. On the last strain of MUSIC, the clock on the wall has moved to nine o'clock.

Stage directions from Audrey’s death in Little Shop of Horrors (book by Howard Ashman)

[timenextplacenear]

The mind has no color but its memories are brilliant against the grayness of its landscape.

After the Fall, by Arthur Miller (stage directions)

[robcam-wfu]

He remains lying on his side, his face towards auditorium, staring before him. The carafe descends from flies and comes to rest a few feet from his body. He does not move. Whistle from above. He does not move. The carafe descends further, dangles and plays about his face. He does not move. The carafe is pulled up and disappears in flies. The bough returns to horizontal, the palms open, the shadow returns. Whistle from above. He does not move. The tree is pulled up and disappears in flies. He looks at his hands.

Samuel Beckett, Act Without Words I (via robcam-wfu)

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Can we just take a moment to appreciate one of the best stage directions ever written?

[dukeofbookingham-deactivated202]

Me

[nyneofuturists]

Our first trailer for The Complete & Condensed Stage Directions of Eugene O'Neill, Volume One: Early Plays, Lost Plays

[bluecrowcafe]

Best Shakespearean stage direction :) ‘Exit, Pursued’ Michael Hunter

[fuckyeahstagedirections]

Hello, new followers!

Thanks for the reminder to update every once in a while :D

[fuckyeahstagedirections]

Faintly the Lacrimosa of the Requiem Mass begins to sound. MOZART rises to hear it - leaning against his wife’s shoulder. His hand begins feebly to beat out drum measures from the music. During the whole of the following it is evident that he is composing the Mass in his head, and does not hear his wife at all.

Amadeus, by Peter Shaffer (via fuckyeahstagedirections)

[fuckyeahstagedirections]

(The Bus arrives. He sings in a terrible voice of apocalypse.)

Caroline, or Change (Book & Lyrics by Tony Kushner, Composed by Jeanine Tesori)

[gender-jester]

This actually makes me unbelievably sad

[cockroach-queer]

Sometimes I’m like “ancient greek plays are so old, how am i going to relate to the characters?” but then 

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Me

[fuckyeahstagedirections]

Enter ANTONIO, like an idiot. 

--The Changeling, Thomas Middleton and William Rowley