YARGH!
Kylie may tour again at the end of next year. That's the good news.
The bad news is, exam this afternoon and I know I'll forget who Harold Pinter is.
I see what this fucker Samuel Beckett has done. He's gone and interviewed himself in French. Because he thinks he's so smart. Well, I'll show you smart. Par ley vou English?
The Vengeful Mariner has this to say about the forthcoming exam:
YARGH!
I have stumbled upon an article written by French Feminist's about Samuel Beckett's work.
Things you probably don't need to know about Samuel Beckett:
Billie Whitelaw acted in the mouth waggling play, Not I. The idea of the play was to focus merely on the lips and words of the actress as said through the plays short running time. A spot light was drawn on the lips of the actress and the rest of her body and face remained in a silhouette. Standing straight for the plays performances, Whitelaw's back became that of a corkscrew - Beckett later said to her, What have I done to you? Whitelaw did not mind the pain as she believed that she was living for the play, performing merely for the play alone.
Samuel Beckett was/is insane.
As with Billie Whitelaw, Beckett never went to acting school, but merely "fell" into writing.
Whitelaw felt she was the translator of the scream that Beckett placed on the page. Her job was not to interpret the scream, but to project it.
During the play "Footfalls", Beckett quipped that theatre may not be the place for him anymore - the play featured pictures, music, dance and sculpture.
When he told me he'd lost his teeth, I mumbled an inanity: "It could be worse."
Without pause, he struck back: "There's nothing so bad that it can't grow worse. There's no limit to how bad things can be!" And we laughed ourselves sick.
Foirade means wet fart.
He never wrote about something. He always wrote something.
The bad news is, exam this afternoon and I know I'll forget who Harold Pinter is.
I see what this fucker Samuel Beckett has done. He's gone and interviewed himself in French. Because he thinks he's so smart. Well, I'll show you smart. Par ley vou English?
The Vengeful Mariner has this to say about the forthcoming exam:
YARGH!
I have stumbled upon an article written by French Feminist's about Samuel Beckett's work.
Things you probably don't need to know about Samuel Beckett:
Billie Whitelaw acted in the mouth waggling play, Not I. The idea of the play was to focus merely on the lips and words of the actress as said through the plays short running time. A spot light was drawn on the lips of the actress and the rest of her body and face remained in a silhouette. Standing straight for the plays performances, Whitelaw's back became that of a corkscrew - Beckett later said to her, What have I done to you? Whitelaw did not mind the pain as she believed that she was living for the play, performing merely for the play alone.
Samuel Beckett was/is insane.
As with Billie Whitelaw, Beckett never went to acting school, but merely "fell" into writing.
Whitelaw felt she was the translator of the scream that Beckett placed on the page. Her job was not to interpret the scream, but to project it.
During the play "Footfalls", Beckett quipped that theatre may not be the place for him anymore - the play featured pictures, music, dance and sculpture.
When he told me he'd lost his teeth, I mumbled an inanity: "It could be worse."
Without pause, he struck back: "There's nothing so bad that it can't grow worse. There's no limit to how bad things can be!" And we laughed ourselves sick.
Foirade means wet fart.
He never wrote about something. He always wrote something.