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GLP
Because ever since Nny showed me this song its lyrics have been beating a path through my subconscious.
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much?
Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes.
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there are a thousand more
that you won't ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally.
I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death.
In every city, memories would whisper, here is where you rest.
I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to burn me.
They reminded me of yours.
In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end where I wrote,
You make me happy when the skies are gray
You make me happy the skies are gray and gray and gray.
Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest
with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
but I will not weep for those dying days.
For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed.
And they found me here
and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.
I am completely in love with The Duchess of Malfi. The character that I first thought to be a plain, unintelligant villain - Bosola - snuck up on me with his wit and his sarcasm and his weird integrity and reminds me bizarrely of the way I play Lucifer. Antonio and Delio have bestfriend!love and Ferdinand is excitingly evil and insane. And there's an absolutely amazing scene between Bosola and the Duchess, my heartbeat sped up as I read it and it would be so much fun to act. And again there were scary Lucifer/Hob overtones that made it very interesting indeed.
*fangirls Webster shamelessly*
Now to harass my school library until they get in The Avenger's Tragedy and a decent amount of Marlowe...
In other news, I am hopelessly material and have been daydreaming about the things I shall procure when I have money, and mentally planning my birthday wishlist. So far, we have:
1) The Penguin Book of Quotations, arranged by subject, because I am a quote h0r
2) A cocktail making kit and book
3) A simple tarot deck
4) Comics. Lots of. Lucifer and Sandman and Hellblazer and Watchmen.
5) Yes, I am a mercenary little girl.
6) Shut up.
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much?
Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes.
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there are a thousand more
that you won't ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally.
I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death.
In every city, memories would whisper, here is where you rest.
I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to burn me.
They reminded me of yours.
In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end where I wrote,
You make me happy when the skies are gray
You make me happy the skies are gray and gray and gray.
Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest
with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
but I will not weep for those dying days.
For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed.
And they found me here
and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.
I am completely in love with The Duchess of Malfi. The character that I first thought to be a plain, unintelligant villain - Bosola - snuck up on me with his wit and his sarcasm and his weird integrity and reminds me bizarrely of the way I play Lucifer. Antonio and Delio have bestfriend!love and Ferdinand is excitingly evil and insane. And there's an absolutely amazing scene between Bosola and the Duchess, my heartbeat sped up as I read it and it would be so much fun to act. And again there were scary Lucifer/Hob overtones that made it very interesting indeed.
*fangirls Webster shamelessly*
Now to harass my school library until they get in The Avenger's Tragedy and a decent amount of Marlowe...
In other news, I am hopelessly material and have been daydreaming about the things I shall procure when I have money, and mentally planning my birthday wishlist. So far, we have:
1) The Penguin Book of Quotations, arranged by subject, because I am a quote h0r
2) A cocktail making kit and book
3) A simple tarot deck
4) Comics. Lots of. Lucifer and Sandman and Hellblazer and Watchmen.
5) Yes, I am a mercenary little girl.
6) Shut up.
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2) The Duchess of Malfi fucking rocks. I want to seriously consider producing it sometime over the next couple of years.
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I am yet to find someone insane enough to let me play the Player in Ros + Guil, which is my favourite theatre part ever.
Your new theatre company sounds very exciting. What sort of material are you going to be writing for it, do you think?
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My copy has stage directions scribbled all over that scene in pencil. Including "slam hand onto table" and "rip up magazine."
Last person to have my copy? Leenah Bonollo
Bizarre.
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NOT FAIR.
*sulks*
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