Living Truthfully

A blog for people who are interested in plays, and not just musicals- here is your safe space

[theatrecatharsis]

Usual Girls by Ming Peiffer

“How do girls grow up? Quickly, painfully, wondrously.

On an elementary school playground, a boy threatens to tell on the girls for swearing—unless one of them kisses him.

But just before lips can touch, Kyeoung tackles the boy to the ground. The victory is short-lived. Over the coming years, Kyeoung’s stories get stranger, funnier, more harrowing—and more familiar. This hilarious, explicit gut-punch of a play bursts with playwright Ming Peiffer’s bold, explosive voice.” - Roundabout Theatre Company

[edharrisdaily]

Aaron Sorkin’s Broadway production of To Kill a Mockingbird starring Ed Harris as Atticus Finch.

[breathcue]

you can shut yourself in a room, bolt the door, but love will come through the window. draw the curtains, lock the casement, but love will seep through the walls. never think, never think that you can be safe from love.

metamorphoses, mary zimmerman (via breathcue)

[theatreisgoodforthesoul]

“Wolves” by Sarah DeLappe

Duke on 42nd Street Theater, 2016

Starring Kate Arrington, Brenna Coates, Jenna Dioguardi, Samia Finnerty, Midori Francis, Lizzy Jutila, Tedra Millan, Sarah Mezzanotte, Lauren Patten & Susannah Perkins

[for-an-answer-to-appear]

Arthur Miller’s The Crucible

[womenplaywrights-blog]

When I got through the cold they made me swim in a river and I forgot his name. I forgot all the names. I know his name starts with my mouth shaped like a ball of twine - Oar - oar. I forget. They took me to a tiny boat. I only just fit inside. I looked at the oars and I wanted to cry. I tried to cry but I just drooled a little. I’ll try now.

Eurydice by Sarah Ruhl (via womenplaywrights)

[theocseason4]

[crimsonconciliator]

Noises Off Drinking Game

Drink every time someone says ‘Sardines’

Every time Gary says 'You know’

Phillip’s nose bleeds

Every time Lloyd yells

Every time the bottle is handed off

Every time Tim brings in some new flowers

Every time Brooke loses a contact lens

When Gary’s character mispronounces Mrs. Clackett’s name

When characters lose articles of clothing

Bonus: Big drinks for every extra burglar in the last act.

[soracities]

Don’t touch me! Don’t question me! Don’t speak to me! Stay with me!

Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot (via soracities)

[inspirationandstoriesetc]

The way human beings speak is so heartbreaking to me—we never sound the way we want to sound. We’re always stopping ourselves in mid–sentence because we’re so terrified of saying the wrong thing. Speaking is a kind of misery. And I guess I comfort myself by finding the rhythms and accidental poetry in everyone’s inadequate attempts to articulate their thoughts. We’re all sort of quietly suffering as we go about our days, trying and failing to communicate to other people what we want and what we believe.

Annie Baker (via inspirationandstoriesetc)

[himblebo]

Current mood: that one close up shot of Tony Shalhoub during Omar Sharif where he’s just staring at Katrina with tears in his eyes