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Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and Other Writings

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NTL ANGELS IN AMERICA — PART ONE: MILLENNIUM APPROACHES (2017) dir. Marianne Elliott

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“Things I forgot to tell you: That I love you, and that when I awake in the morning I use my intelligence to discover more ways of appreciating you. That when June comes back she will love you more because I have loved you. There are new leaves on the tip and climax of your already overrich head. That I love you. That I love you. That I love you. I have become an idiot like Gertrude Stein. That’s what love does to intelligent women. They cannot write letters anymore.”

— Anaïs Nin, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anais Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953 (via naturaekos)

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Stephen Dunn, The Insistence of Beauty: Poems

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“All memory is individual, unreproducible—it dies with each person. What is called collective memory is not a remembering but a stipulating: that this is important, and this is the story about how it happened […].”

— Susan Sontag, Regarding the Pain of Others (via exhaled-spirals)

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If Beale Street Could Talk, James Baldwin

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katharine hepburn in “the lake” on stage, 1934

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“An ordinary hand — just lonely for something to touch that touches back.”

— Anne Sexton, from Love Poems: “The Touch”

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Charlotte Brontë  — Jane Eyre

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“A theatre is not only a literal place, but also a space where we dream together; not merely a building, but a space that is both imaginative and collective. Theatre provides a safe frame within which we can explore dangerous extremities in the comfort of fantasy and the reassurance of a group. If every auditorium were razed to the ground, theatre would still survive, because the hunger in each of us to act and be acted to, is genetic. This intense hunger even crosses the threshold of sleep. For we direct, perform and witness performances every night – theatre cannot die before the last dream has been dreamt.”

— from the introduction of The Actor and The Target by Declan Donnellan

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Cover and manuscript of a fragment of the Aria J’ai perdu mon Euridice from Gluck’s opera Orphée et Euridice for the Paris Opera in 1774.

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— Matthew Tennyson as Puck and John Light as Oberon in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre

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“Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Sensible Thing” in The Short Stories

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Dunya Mikhail, ‘Pronouns’, The War Works Hard (trans. Elizabeth Winslow)

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“–And where is she now? Out of my reach–out of my world, torn from me.”

— Charlotte Brontë, on the death of Emily Brontë, from a letter to W.S. Williams featured in The Letters of Charlotte Brontë: 1848-1851 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Alice Notley, Culture of One

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The Royal Ballet’s Frankenstein (2016), ph. Alistair Muir