We’re thrilled to announce that on 1 MAY 2014, we will broadcast Academy Award® winner Sam Mendes’ (Skyfall, American Beauty) highly anticipated production of King Lear, with Olivier Award winner Simon Russell Beale (Timon of Athens, Collaborators) in the title role, live from the National Theatre to cinemas around the world (varying dates internationally).
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ok fino ad ora abbiamo fatto la gente seria. adesso via con le minchiate.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Invictus, by William Ernest Henley
While incarcerated on Robben Island prison, Nelson Mandela recited this poem to other prisoners, and was empowered by its message of self-mastery. May your unconquerable soul rest in peace, Nelson.
This raises the question whether it is better to be loved than feared, or the contrary. My reply is that I would like to be both but as it is difficult to combine love and fear, if one has to choose between them it is far safer to be feared than loved.
*panics and procrastinates simultaneously*
Arguably the best scene in the whole movie.
The Garden Of Love
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Johanna does not have time for this Hunger Games nonsense
she’s just one of those contestants who is constantly having her mouth, hands, and other parts blurred out on television.