Hannah's Theatre Collage

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[baremyart]

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.” -Frida Kahlo

[daniellemohlman]

I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.

[theatrecollage-blog]

This.

[visual-poetry]

»head« by miriam londoño

[theimpossiblecool]

I am so tired of waiting, Aren’t you, For the world to become good And beautiful and kind?

Langston Hughes.

[rus-califi]

Visit Original Link

And sometimes when you’re on, You’re really fucking on, And your friends, they sing along And they love you. But the lows are so extreme That the good seems fucking cheap, And it teases you for weeks In its absence.

But you’ll fight, and you’ll make it through, You’ll fake it if you have to, And you’ll show up for work with a smile. And you’ll be better, and you’ll be smarter, And more grown up, and a better daughter, Or son, and a real good friend. You’ll be awake, you’ll be alert, You’ll be positive, though it hurts, And you’ll laugh, and embrace all your friends. You’ll be a real good listener. You’ll be honest, you’ll be brave. You’ll be handsome, and you’ll be beautiful. You’ll be happy.

[theatrecollage-blog]

This song.

[aleyma]

M. Durante, Portrait of an Italian Girl, 1924 (source).

[litverve]

Let there be an opening into the quiet that lies beneath the chaos, where you find the peace you did not think possible and see what shimmers within the storm.

Jan Richardson, from “Blessing in the Chaos” (via litverve)

Perfect poem for the week of repentance and preparation for the year.

[shakespearean]

Another book for my Christmas list: Harriet Walter’s Brutus and Other Heroines: Playing Shakespeare’s Roles for Women. It comes out late next month (27 October).

[theatrecollage-blog]

Reading wish list.

[the-final-sentence]

It was true they were standing in a door, but they were both in the one door side by side and very close together, neither one in front or behind, and they were holding hands and smiling.

Anne Tyler, from Vinegar Girl (via the-final-sentence)

Mentor sentence

(via readingthedistrict)

#spoileralert #nothowshakespearedidit #butrealgoodtho

[frank--enstein]

[itscolossal]

Levitating Clouds Provide a Dreamlike Resting Place During the Festival des Architectures Vives

[azspot]

Gentrification spreads the myth of native incompetence: That people need to be imported to be important, that a sign of a neighbourhood’s “success” is the removal of its poorest residents. True success lies in giving those residents the services and opportunities they have long been denied.

The peril of hipster economics (via socio-logic)

[obamawhitehouse]

“Elie Wiesel was one of the great moral voices of our time, and in many ways, the conscience of the world. Tonight, Michelle and I join people across the United States, Israel and around the globe in mourning the loss and celebrating the life of a truly remarkable human being. Like millions of admirers, I first came to know Elie through his account of the horror he endured during the Holocaust simply because he was Jewish. But I was also honored and deeply humbled to call him a dear friend. I’m especially grateful for all the moments we shared and our talks together, which ranged from the meaning of friendship to our shared commitment to the State of Israel.

Elie was not just the world’s most prominent Holocaust survivor, he was a living memorial. After we walked together among the barbed wire and guard towers of Buchenwald where he was held as a teenager and where his father perished, Elie spoke words I’ve never forgotten—"Memory has become a sacred duty of all people of goodwill.“ Upholding that sacred duty was the purpose of Elie’s life. Along with his beloved wife Marion and the foundation that bears his name, he raised his voice, not just against anti-Semitism, but against hatred, bigotry and intolerance in all its forms. He implored each of us, as nations and as human beings, to do the same, to see ourselves in each other and to make real that pledge of ‘never again.’

At the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum that he helped create, you can see his words—’for the dead and the living, we must bear witness.’ But Elie did more than just bear witness, he acted. As a writer, a speaker, an activist, and a thinker, he was one of those people who changed the world more as a citizen of the world than those who hold office or traditional positions of power. His life, and the power of his example, urges us to be better. In the face of evil, we must summon our capacity for good. In the face of hate, we must love. In the face of cruelty, we must live with empathy and compassion. We must never be bystanders to injustice or indifferent to suffering. Just imagine the peace and justice that would be possible in our world if we all lived a little more like Elie Wiesel.

At the end of our visit to Buchenwald, Elie said that after all that he and the other survivors had endured, ‘we had the right to give up on humanity.’ But he said, ‘we rejected that possibility…we said, no, we must continue believing in a future.’ Tonight, we give thanks that Elie never gave up on humanity and on the progress that is possible when we treat one another with dignity and respect. Our thoughts are with Marion, their son Shlomo Elisha, his stepdaughter Jennifer and his grandchildren whom we thank for sharing Elie with the world. May God bless the memory of Elie Wiesel, and may his soul be bound up in the bond of eternal life.” —President Obama on the passing of Elie Wiesel

[readingthedistrict]

One of the last and greatest repositories of memory. We need to hear more of the stories of genocide so that we can remember that the past is not so far away as we think. It’s the act of rejecting fear and withdrawal from the world of action that is so necessary today, and so many in the Western world are suddenly awash in that very same sentiment. It’s my hope that the tides of bigotry and fear-mongering disappear as if they were simply tides. Who does it take to draw this away? Certainly the death of someone so important, so necessary to the world could. Though maybe not. Hard to see through the cynicism. My hope is that all of Wiesel’s books’ sales skyrocket, and thus an education comes where there wasn’t one. Or at least an awareness.

[nevver]

Back to work, Evelyn Bencicova

[thetinhouse-deactivated20180604]

We must not see any person as an abstraction. Instead, we must see in every person a universe with its own secrets, with its own treasures, with its own sources of anguish, and with some measure of triumph.

Elie Wiesel (September 30, 1928 – July 2, 2016)

[washingtonpost]

Men say they work more than women. Here’s the truth.

Women aren't born with an innate desire to take on more housework.

[fuckyeahgreatplays]

Settle in and give yourself some time for this long read. It’s absolutely worth it.