Bardolatry

thedaisiestdaisy: tenlittlebullets: “Julie D’Aubigny was a...

Mon, 20 May 2013 01:38:56 -0400

tenlittlebullets:

“Julie D’Aubigny was a 17th-century bisexual French opera singer and fencing master who killed or wounded at least ten men in life-or-death duels, performed nightly shows on the biggest and most highly-respected opera stage in the world, and once took the Holy Orders just so that she could sneak into a convent and bang a nun. If nothing in that sentence at least marginally interests you, I have no idea why you’re visiting this website.”

There’s also the bit where she and her nun girlfriend escaped by burning down the convent to fake their own deaths. And her habit of flashing anyone who didn’t believe such a good swordsman could actually be a woman. And the boyfriend she picked up by driving a foot of sharpened steel through his shoulder.

Basically, what I’m saying is that if she weren’t real, I’d accuse Steven Moffat of making her up.

WHERE IS MY TV SHOW ABOUT THIS LADY

"The narrative in Truffaut’s film is episodic it tells the story in different episodes, it’s sort of..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 01:38:40 -0400

“The narrative in Truffaut’s film is episodic it tells the story in different episodes, it’s sort of a mosaic of small pieces that work together. Truffaut’s films are character > story. The two most important elements in Truffaut’s films are camera movement, aesthetics, dialog and characters. It’s a different way of story telling and it isn’t narrative, a narrative story is for example Casablanca, beginning, middle, end. In that order with focusing on plot that way.”

- cinyma

La Celeste Praline: What To Do When You Have No Plot

Mon, 20 May 2013 01:38:34 -0400

La Celeste Praline: What To Do When You Have No Plot:

writingbox:

Sometimes you want to write, but you have no plot ideas. Perhaps your fingers are itchy to write, you want to meet a submissions deadline, a character is bugging you to tell their story, or a single image, phrase, or scene is sitting heavy in your head. But you still can’t find…

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 01:38:25 -0400

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”

- Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28

allthingseurope: Certosa di Pavia, Italy (by gianva)

Mon, 20 May 2013 01:38:23 -0400

allthingseurope:

Certosa di Pavia, Italy (by gianva)

"Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke."

Thu, 09 May 2013 15:43:41 -0400

“Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke.”

- Joss Whedon (via moriarty)

Villon

Tue, 07 May 2013 17:44:00 -0400

Villon through the café window: still
present in Paris, under the carnal
pomegranate, the piercing stars?
Make your stand, if you wish to know,
the the rue des Mauvais Garçons, and con
the priceless ballads of this lyrical bad lad.
Say over, where the sun still blinds the road
with blade-cold shadow, the things an ageing
delinquent knew, time and again,
by sinking up to his neck in truth:
wary pinch-bellied wolves, his pals,
forgiveness lurking in dangerous corners,
exact sins beating in the marrow
of the mind, conversion of the soul
in a turn of phrase, “I am his”,
and girls with bodies soft and smooth.
Can any good thing come out of gang-land?
Frenchie Villon, apache with a pen,
seated by freezing ink among
inveterate grudges, garret humours
(and every line a nice piece of work),
rehearses enough misdoings to ground
an angel, with more than enough unique
unsleeping honesty to bleach the devil.
Say what you like, he’s not one of us;
he had the balls to let himself
be struck forever with perpetual clarity.

"Irony ruined everything. I wish my movies could have played at drive-ins, but they never did,..."

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 11:52:26 -0400

“Irony ruined everything. I wish my movies could have played at drive-ins, but they never did, because of irony. Even the best exploitation movies were never meant to be `so bad they were good`. They were not made for the intelligentsia. They were made to be violent for real, or to be sexy for real. But now everybody has irony. Even horror films now are ironic. Everybody’s in on the joke now. Everybody’s hip. Nobody takes anything at face value anymore.”

- John Waters (via banal-echo-gee)

Avoid the bad habit of overwriting your screenplay...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 15:24:14 -0400

Avoid the bad habit of overwriting your screenplay...:

I find too many times in my screenplay consultation beginning screenwriters suffer from the bad habit of overwriting. It detracts from your screenplay and will immediately brand you as an amateur…

feelingtwofootsmall: This is just a reminder to all you writers...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 10:24:25 -0400

feelingtwofootsmall:

This is just a reminder to all you writers out there that if you think you’ve written a great paragraph, you are wrong. You are so wrong. There is only one great paragraph and it was writen by O. Henry and it is this paragraph.

There can be no more. Literature has peaked. It peaked in this paragraph in 1906 and you and every other writer you know are just aftershocks of the One Great Paragraph. Sorry, writers who think you’ve written a great paragraph.

You haven’t.

thevintagethimble: Edwardian HairstylesA collection of...

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 14:19:32 -0400

thevintagethimble:

Edwardian Hairstyles
A collection of Edwardian photographs, depicting some of the hairstyles of the time, like the Low Pompadour. Hatpin Hairstyle. Side-Swirls. Flapper (The title ‘Flapper’ originally referred to teenage girls
who wore their hair in single plait which often terminated in a wide ribbon bow.) & the pompadour.

Victorian Hairstyles Here [x] | 1920’s Hairstyles Here [x]

"To be a successful spy – and to be a successful double-agent or traitor – meant you had to live in a..."

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 11:09:06 -0400

“To be a successful spy – and to be a successful double-agent or traitor – meant you had to live in a world where there was no trust. Trust was your absolute enemy, the potential cause of your exposure and possible death. But in order for any of us to go about our basic human business – emotional, commercial, amicable, charitable, familial, entrepreneurial – you simply have to trust people. Nothing works, otherwise. It’s the default setting. Whether it’s the newsagent giving you your change, or your doctor telling you that you don’t need another CAT scan, or your husband calling home to say he’ll be working late, almost all of the complex traffic of human interrelations assumes this fundamental understanding – trust is the basic currency of our social and personal lives. But the spy voluntarily decides to forswear this; he or she chooses to step aside from this unspoken contract and, so I believe, loses a key component of humanity.”

- Restless – and its roots in the Cambridge spy ring, by William Boyd

(via iphigenias)

explore-blog: Hemingway on writing.

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 10:23:20 -0400

explore-blog:

Hemingway on writing.

"And in my dreams I’m slapping the heroine to her senses, because I want them to be women who make..."

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 11:05:19 -0400

“And in my dreams I’m slapping the heroine to her senses, because I want them to be women who make things happen, not women who things happen to. Not loves that are tormentosos. Not men powerful and passionate versus women either volatile and evil, or sweet and resigned. But women. Real women. The ones I’ve loved all my life. ‘If you don’t like it lárgate, honey.’ Those women. The ones I’ve known everywhere except on TV, in books and magazines. Las girlfriends. Las comadres. Our mamas and tías. Passionate and powerful, tender and volatile, brave. And, above all, fierce.”

- Sandra Cisneros, Woman Hollering Creek (via czarinna)

aseaofquotes: Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 13:25:02 -0400

aseaofquotes:

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

A Silver Splendour, A Flame

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 13:22:57 -0400

manticoreimaginary:

Truth is:
I was always that kind of girl.

Truth is:
they don’t make dresses any whiter than
mine.

Truth is:

I am not Demeter’s daughter.
I am Heisenberg’s ripe tomato
I am Niels Bohr’s piece on the side.

In the winter I am a particle.
In the summer I am a wave.
And I didn’t get to be queen of hell
by letting folks off easy.

- Catherynne M. Valente

wanderlusteurope: Belgrade from the bottom

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 13:06:31 -0400

wanderlusteurope:

Belgrade from the bottom

"I’d won the world but like a forsaken explorer, I’d lost my map."

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 13:05:46 -0400

“I’d won the world
but like a
forsaken explorer,
I’d lost
my map.”

- Anne Sexton, from “The Fury of God’s Goodbye” (with thanks to weissewiese)

"The wind dying, I find a city deserted, except for crowds of people moving and standing. Those..."

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 16:03:29 -0400

“The wind dying, I find a city deserted, except for crowds of people moving and standing.

Those standing resemble stories, like stones, coal from the death of plants, bricks in the shape of teeth.

I begin now to write down all the places I have not been—starting with the most distant.

I build houses that I will not inhabit.”

- Keith Waldrop, “Poet” (via proustitute)

Photo

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 11:46:35 -0400