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Commonplace Book

A lot of bits and bobs, mostly.

I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)

This.

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How do you tell the director of the crazy-ass show you are working on (which he also wrote) and who is also the artistic director of the theatre, that he is the problem and the reason that the rehearsal process was hell and that everyone is so tired and low-spirited is because he focuses on the negative and puts people down and throwing temper tantrums and won’t stop pointing out tiny mistakes and interfering now that we’re open and generally creates more bad juju than the fact that the play he wrote is basically a screenplay on stage?

I am asking for actual suggestions here, because we just had a whole hour of sharing our feelings and the few times someone tried to tell him outright that he was the problem it went right over his head.

Help?

Stage Managers unite!

ekfmilne:

If you are a Stage Manager reblog this so I can follow you. 

Or stalk you. 

Or both. 

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liam-douglas:

These are some photos I took of our library back in september. I stumbled upon them on my work computer.

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Books are special, books are the way we talk to generations that have not turned up yet. The fact that we can actually, essentially communicate with the people in ancient Egypt, people in Rome and Greece, people in ancient Britain, people in New York in the 1920s who can communicate to us and change the way we think, and change the things that we believe.
 
I think that books are special. Books are sacred. And I think that when you are selling books, you have to remember that in all the profits and loss, in all of that, you are treading on sacred ground.

Neil Gaiman: “I’m obviously pissed at Amazon” (via wilwheaton)

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spectaculacular-sammy:

pau-ii:

obstreperous-honey:

encontrate:

thisispureinsanity:

candlejack:



WHAT IS THIS
WHAT IS THIS
WHAT
IS THIS A LIBRARY IN A THEATRE
ALL OF MY DREAMS HAVE JUST COME TRUE


oh. oh my god.

this is genuinely the most beautiful thing i have ever seen

This is a book store called El Ateneo in Buenos Aires, Argentina! You can have coffee while sitting on the stage. One of my favorite places in my city.

It’s a BOOKSTORE?!


there are balconies where you can sit to read too 

and that’s the stage where you can have a coffee :)


This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

spectaculacular-sammy:

pau-ii:

obstreperous-honey:

encontrate:

thisispureinsanity:

candlejack:

WHAT IS THIS

WHAT IS THIS

WHAT

IS THIS A LIBRARY IN A THEATRE

ALL OF MY DREAMS HAVE JUST COME TRUE

oh. oh my god.

this is genuinely the most beautiful thing i have ever seen

This is a book store called El Ateneo in Buenos Aires, Argentina! You can have coffee while sitting on the stage. One of my favorite places in my city.

It’s a BOOKSTORE?!

image

there are balconies where you can sit to read too 

image

and that’s the stage where you can have a coffee :)

image

This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

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jtotheizzoe:

compoundchem:

Today, a look at the contributing compounds to ‘old book smell’, and the origins of the less well researched ‘new book smell’: http://wp.me/p4aPLT-hV

Books don’t get old. They get better.

jtotheizzoe:

compoundchem:

Today, a look at the contributing compounds to ‘old book smell’, and the origins of the less well researched ‘new book smell’: http://wp.me/p4aPLT-hV

Books don’t get old. They get better.

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nprradiopictures:

ari-abroad:

This is what 10 PM looks like in a place where the sun never sets. via Instagram http://ift.tt/SM3Tso

NPR’S London Correspondent Ari Shapiro is reporting in the Shetland Islands for the Crime In The City series. Somehow this scene seems more eerie despite the lack of darkness. -Emily

nprradiopictures:

ari-abroad:

This is what 10 PM looks like in a place where the sun never sets. via Instagram http://ift.tt/SM3Tso

NPR’S London Correspondent Ari Shapiro is reporting in the Shetland Islands for the Crime In The City series. Somehow this scene seems more eerie despite the lack of darkness. -Emily

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Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

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