“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever, your leg my leg, your arm my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”—Charles Bukowski (via -soulshine)
“A woman was saying, with all of Back Bay Boston and most of Harvard Square in her voice, “…and the next morning, mind you, they took a pint of pus out of that lovely young body of hers.” That’s all I remember hearing, but when I got off the plane a few minutes later and the Bereaved Widow came toward me all In Bergdorf Goodman black, I had the Wrong Expression on my face. I was grinning. Which is exactly the way I feel today, for no really good reason. Against my better judgment, I feel certain that somewhere vey near here—the first house down the road, maybe—there’s a good poet dying, but also somewhere very near here somebody’s having a hilarious pint of pus taken from her lovely young body, and I can’t be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.”—Franny and Zooey, J.D. Salinger
The part that stumps me, really stumps me, is that I can’t see why anybody—unless he was a child…would even want to say the prayer to a Jesus who was the least bit different from the way he looks and sounds in the New Testament. My God! He’s only the most intelligent man in the Bible, that’s all!
Who else, for example, would have kept his mouth shut when Pilate asked for an explanation?
But most of all, above everything else, who in the Bible besides Jesus knew—knew—that we’re carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we’re all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look?
you have to share more about what it's like to be a theater major!pretty please
1. i love the people. they accept my many moods and behaviors. they’re eccentric and loving and hard working. 2. it’s really cathartic. i do yoga and breathing exercises and talk about my feelings a lot. 3. i get to yell at people. i get to sword fight and groin punch and get flipped over people’s shoulders. 4. i hardly ever wear shoes. 5. i’m frequently taken out of my comfort zone. 6. i’ve realized the impact theatre can have on the world. i’m in an applied theatre class and we’ve been learning about workshops that use theatre to come up with solutions to social and political problems. people have gone to the middle east and small towns in italy and changed the way women are treated. they’ve gone to a school district and stopped bullying and favoritism. 7. it basically colors the way i see everything. and i feel young and free, but i have a purpose.
that is a lot. and not very much at the same time. yes. :)
in one of my classes we’re learning about process drama. we did an activity where we pretended to be Max from Where the WIld Things Are and we got to run around like a wild thing, wreak havoc on the classroom, imagine what our own wolf suits looked like and put them on, and write a letter to our moms once we missed home.