against my ruins

Heironymo's mad againe...

Captain of the good ships Richard/Aumerle and Athos/Aramis. Renaissance geek. Restoration geek. 1600s history geek. Occasional Medievalist. Comics geek. Shameless X-Men and Avengers lover in all incarnations. Give me all variations on Holmes and i'll adore you. Easily distracted by shiny -- yes, Rupert of the Rhine, I am looking at you -- and one of those TSN people who may or may not exist, I hear.

In my other life, I pass for a broke academic.

And one more thing.
REAL MEN WEAR RIBBONS.

jerusalemsunrise:

ladykatepercy:

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aryastarque:

hollyanddavid:

OMG!!!

SEAN BEAN  ISAAC HEMPSTEAD WRIGHT   JOHN BRADLEEY   INDIRA VARMA (ellaria sand)   GAME OF THRONES 
+  FRANCOIS ARNAUD  THE BORGIAS+ WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3185182/?ref_=nm_flmg_act_1

Is Caesar going to die

Tom Weston Jones is playing Brutus and MACKENZIE CROOK IS CASSIUS. Which is genius, frankly. (x)

oooooooooh Mackenzie Crook as Cassius will be surely be good, but im pretty sceptical about Tom Weston Jones though

Yeah I’m not sure about him. They seem to be going for looks rather than acting ability.  It seems odd that Tom Weston Jones is Brutus and Francois Arnaud is Mark Antony. I feel like that should at least be flipped around.

Mackenzie Crook, on the other hand, can do no wrong. I saw him play Konstantin in The Seagull and he was just…beyond good. 

Yes but when you consider that there should ALWAYS be Unexpected Naked Antony, I rather like the mental visuals of that particular casting…

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"Rust knew exactly who he was and there was no talking him out of it. You know Marty’s single big problem was that he never really knew himself. So he never really knew what to want."

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Fern Hill — Dylan Thomas

shoutout to poorshadowspaintedqueens and shredsandpatches, because “Now, Adam….”

Hee.

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and
cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was
air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the
nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking
warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would
take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Poem time

A Welsh Testament — R. S. Thomas

All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter?
I spoke a tongue that was passed on
To me in the place I happened to be,
A place huddled between grey walls
Of cloud for at least half the year.
My word for heaven was not yours.
The word for hell had a sharp edge
Put on it by the hand of the wind
Honing, honing with a shrill sound
Day and night. Nothing that Glyn Dwr
Knew was armour against the rain’s
Missiles. What was descent from him?

Even God had a Welsh name:
He spoke to him in the old language;
He was to have a peculiar care
For the Welsh people. History showed us
He was too big to be nailed to the wall
Of a stone chapel, yet still we crammed him
Between the boards of a black book.

Yet men sought us despite this.
My high cheek-bones, my length of skull
Drew them as to a rare portrait
By a dead master. I saw them stare
From their long cars, as I passed knee-deep
In ewes and wethers. I saw them stand
By the thorn hedges, watching me string
The far flocks on a shrill whistle.
And always there was their eyes; strong
Pressure on me: You are Welsh, they said;
Speak to us so; keep your fields free
Of the smell of petrol, the loud roar
Of hot tractors; we must have peace
And quietness.

Is a museum
Peace? I asked. Am I the keeper
Of the heart’s relics, blowing the dust
In my own eyes? I am a man;
I never wanted the drab role
Life assigned me, an actor playing
To the past’s audience upon a stage
Of earth and stone; the absurd label
Of birth, of race hanging askew
About my shoulders. I was in prison
Until you came; your voice was a key
Turning in the enormous lock
Of hopelessness. Did the door open
To let me out or yourselves in?

strangeparticles:

Tag clouds for the most frequently used words in Richard II. The first five images show the clouds for Acts 1 to 5, the last one shows the whole play. I used this as text reference, counted only pure dialogue (no stage directions, or character names), and omitted common words (like ‘and’, ‘but’, ‘for’, ‘you’, ‘thou’, ‘thee’  etc.).

(word clouds for the individual scenes of Act 1, Act 2, Act 3, Act 4 and Act 5)

The most frequently used words in the play (again apart from the obvious ones, this time also including some words like ‘shall’, ‘hath’  which I probably should have omitted for the clouds as well):

  • King (133 counts)
  • Lord (84)
  • Now (60)
  • God (53)
  • Bolingbroke / Mine (43)
  • See / Well (41)
  • Death / Blood (41)
  • Heart (40)
  • Time (39)
  • Cousin (38)
  • Speak / Love / Hand (34)
  • Noble / Life (32)
  • Uncle (31)
  • Richard / Fair / Day (30)
  • True / Name / Land / Heaven / Give / Earth (29)
  • Son (28)
  • Way / Grief (27)
  • Tongue / Own (26)
  • Soul / Nothing / Never / Fear / Face (25)

okay, this is the most fascinating of all the clouds, because KING.

mordioux:

talkbacker:

True Detective director, John Legend to make ‘The Black Count’
True Detective director Cary Fukunaga will write and direct The Black Count, a bio-film of the life of French Revolution-era General Thomas-Alexandre Dumas. The film will be based on the Pulitzer Prize-winning 2012 biography by Tom Reiss.
Born to a French nobleman and a slave woman of African descent, Dumas became the highest-ranking person of color to ever serve in any European army. A favorite of Napoleon for a time, Dumas was also the first non-white to become a brigadier general in the French military. Dumas’ exploits were used as the basis for the novels of his son Alexandre Dumas, who wrote the literary classics The Three Musketeers and The Count Of Monte Cristo.
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mordioux:

talkbacker:

True Detective director, John Legend to make ‘The Black Count’

True Detective director Cary Fukunaga will write and direct The Black Count, a bio-film of the life of French Revolution-era General Thomas-Alexandre Dumas. The film will be based on the Pulitzer Prize-winning 2012 biography by Tom Reiss.

Born to a French nobleman and a slave woman of African descent, Dumas became the highest-ranking person of color to ever serve in any European army. A favorite of Napoleon for a time, Dumas was also the first non-white to become a brigadier general in the French military. Dumas’ exploits were used as the basis for the novels of his son Alexandre Dumas, who wrote the literary classics The Three Musketeers and The Count Of Monte Cristo.

See more about it over here or on:

Talkbacker for iPhone or Android

ah! :D

ZOMG YES PLEASE

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