My Brother Cracked My Rib One Morning And Gave Me Half Of His Orange In The Evening.

Gustav Janouch, Conversations with Kafka

“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

U speak german?!

not a lot but i speak other languages and i got the general gist of it being the 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century :)

i’m coining a new literary criticism called feralism and it’s when you wildly misread the text as a glamorization of hedonism like how we as a society read the great gatsby and now want to throw banging 20s themed gatsby parties or read the secret history and want to hold a bacchanal. it recognizes literature as a vessel for the repressed human need to just lose your fucking mind.

Yeah heartbreak sucks but have u seen the ending of dps

i’d do it even if circumstance deemed it not necessary

(for legal reasons, this is a joke)

i relate to henry winter a lot because i too am a chaotic bisexual who would murder a sexist homophobic asshole if the circumstances deemed it necessary.

so no one is going to talk about the time dostoyevsky said “and i seem to have such strength in me now, that i think i could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, ‘i exist.’ in thousands of agonies- i exist. i’m tormented on the rack- but i exist! though i sit alone in a pillar- i exist! i see the sun, and if i don’t see the sun, i know it’s there. and there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.” because hOly fuckkkk

confession: i was a theatre kid but thankfully my mum put a stop to it and also the ~anxiety~

@booksociety 's It Is A Mystery Event: The Secret History

One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal!

Betrayal

my most trusted and loved friend has betrayed me. I don’t understand why they would do this to me??? I have been betrayed by chocolate at last