Drunken Boat

The TV viewer's guide to Shakespeare

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 19:04:00 -0500

Richard III: Richie offers kindom for a horse. The price is right.

The taming of the Shrew: Macho weds feminist, wins. Fantasy.

Hamlet: Displeased by mother’s second marriage, prince becomes addicted to soliloquies. Origin of a broadway malady.

Othello: General kills wife when she loses her handkerchief. Severe blow.

Macbeth: Pushy wife urges husband to make a killing and can’t wash her hands. Early soaper.

Twelfth Night: In love with girl transvestite, lady marries girl’s brother and doesn’t know the difference. Poor lightning

These are undeniably brilliant.
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Bach: English Suite, Prelude N.3, BWV 808Glenn Gould

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 16:31:18 -0500

Bach: English Suite, Prelude N.3, BWV 808
Glenn Gould

Edith Piaf: De L’autre Côté De La Rue J’le...

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 16:28:50 -0500

Edith Piaf: De L’autre Côté De La Rue

J’le connaissais à peine,
On s’était vu trois fois
Mais à la fin d’la s’maine
Il est venu chez moi.
Dans ma chambre au septième,
Au bout du corridor,
Il murmura : “Je t’aime”.
Moi j’ai dit : “Je t’adore”.

Edith Piaf: Milord Allez, venez, Milord! Vous asseoir à ma...

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 16:21:06 -0500

Edith Piaf: Milord

Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir à ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c’est confortable.

Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise

Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous n’m’avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu’une fille du port,
Qu’une ombre de la rue.

The sign of Four, A. Conan Doyle

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 17:41:11 -0500

My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.

(Sherlock Holmes)

(via Jeremy Brett )I can’t seem to find the...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 17:20:58 -0500

(via Jeremy Brett )
I can’t seem to find the “reblog” button, on that site. Most distressing.
Ah well.

Jeremy Brett

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 17:02:59 -0500

Jeremy Brett

elatedmangojam: Jeremy Brett.

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 16:57:35 -0500

elatedmangojam:

Jeremy Brett.

To his Mistress, Ernest Dowson

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 13:49:50 -0500

There comes an end to summer,
To spring showers and hoar rime;
His mumming to each mummer
Has somewhere end in time,
And since life ends and laughter,
And leaves fall and tears dry,
Who shall call love immortal,
When all that is must die ?

Nay, sweet, let’s leave unspoken
The vows the fates gainsay,
For all vows made are broken,
We love but while we may.
Let’s kiss when kissing pleases,
And part when kisses pall,
Perchance, this time to-morrow,
We shall not love at all.

You ask my love completest,
As strong next year as now,
The devil take you, sweetest,
Ere I make aught such vow.
Life is a masque that changes,
A fig for constancy!
No love at all were better,
Than love which is not free.

Heavenly hikenow: ckeiskei: yaruo: pdl2h: kari-shma: Emerald...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 11:40:59 -0500

Heavenly

hikenow:

ckeiskei:

yaruo:

pdl2h:

kari-shma:

Emerald Flows (via elliot23)

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Sun, 13 Dec 2009 19:22:00 -0500

(via fuckyeahfryandlaurie)

Twelfth Night, William Shakespeare

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 09:47:00 -0500

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear! your true love ‘s coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know.

What is love? ‘tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What ‘s to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty!
Youth ‘s a stuff will not endure.

Rachmaninoff: VocaliseItzhak Perlman

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 15:11:39 -0500

Rachmaninoff: Vocalise
Itzhak Perlman

Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae, Ernest Downson

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 12:09:00 -0500

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! Thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! In my fashion.

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! In my fashion.

I have forgot much, Cynara! Gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! In my fashion.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! The night is thine,
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! In my fashion.

Most amusing to note how Cole Porter seems to have stolen from Dowson the line “I’m always true to you, darling. In my fashion”.

So there.

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 17:30:59 -0500

So there.

Winter Scene, Hendrick Avercamp

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 15:26:48 -0500

Winter Scene, Hendrick Avercamp

Winter by Hendrick Avercamp, Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 15:14:00 -0500

Winter by Hendrick Avercamp, Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

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Wed, 09 Dec 2009 12:54:27 -0500

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throwingdarts:

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Wheat field. Astonishing, Click through.

They say of the Acropolis where the Parthenon...

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 11:59:39 -0500

They say of the Acropolis where the Parthenon is…

chrisdwoo:

Because I can’t find a video of the guy getting shagged by a rare bird while Stephen Fry watches and laughs at him, here’s an outtake from Quite Interesting that always makes me laugh.

What are you for?

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 11:48:56 -0500

Stephen Fry: The Church is very loose on moral evils, because, although they try to accuse people like me, who believe in empiricism and the Enlightenment, of what they call 'moral relativism,' as if it's some appalling sin, where what it actually means is 'thought.' They, for example, thought that slavery was perfectly fine. Absolutely OK.
Anne Widdecombe: As did all societies of the time!
Stephen Fry: And then they didn't. And what is the point of the Catholic Church, if it says, 'Well, we couldn't know better, because nobody else did'? Then what are you for!