#segismundo

[maskpoka]

[contemporaryartsgallery]

segismundo

[rafaelmartinez67]

Jornada 3, escena 19 (monólogo de Segismundo)

SEGISMUNDO:

Es verdad, pues: reprimamos

esta fiera condición,

esta furia, esta ambición,

por si alguna vez soñamos.

Y sí haremos, pues estamos

en mundo tan singular,

que el vivir sólo es soñar;

y la experiencia me enseña,

que el hombre que vive, sueña

lo que es, hasta despertar.

Sueña el rey que es rey, y vive

con este engaño mandando,

disponiendo y gobernando;

y este aplauso, que recibe

prestado, en el viento escribe

y en cenizas le convierte

la muerte (¡desdicha fuerte!):

¡que hay quien intente reinar

viendo que ha de despertar

en el sueño de la muerte!

Sueña el rico en su riqueza,

que más cuidados le ofrece;

sueña el pobre que padece

su miseria y su pobreza;

sueña el que a medrar empieza,

sueña el que afana y pretende,

sueña el que agravia y ofende,

y en el mundo, en conclusión,

todos sueñan lo que son,

aunque ninguno lo entiende.

Yo sueño que estoy aquí,

destas prisiones cargado;

y soñé que en otro estado

más lisonjero me vi.

¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí.

¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión,

una sombra, una ficción,

y el mayor bien es pequeño;

que toda la vida es sueño,

y los sueños, sueños son.

[xrose-vo]

Porque en el mundo, Clotaldo, todos los que viven sueñan - La vida es sueño

[thinkwinwincom]

Reseña de Medieval de Ben Foster

Reseña de Medieval de Ben Foster

Roland Møller (izquierda) y Ben Foster a la izquierda mientras Sophie Lowe mira una película de Petr Jákl Medieval.Foto: Avenida Un título tan general como Medieval encaja extrañamente en la epopeya histórica del escritor y director Petr Jákl. Es la película checa más cara jamás realizada, con un precio de alrededor de $ 23 millones, y el objetivo expreso de conquistar la taquilla mundial al ser…

[kmvozenoff]

¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí. ¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión, una sombra, una ficción; y el mayor bien es pequeño; que toda la vida es sueño y los sueños, sueños son”. Calderón de la Barca ✨. #calderondelabarca #obra #segismundo #libertad https://www.instagram.com/p/CgQpHDsuVl-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[heartyearning]

i havent fully read the convent of pleasure but the idea that it’s only valuable as a lesbian play if we dismiss the final reveal of the princess actually being a prince as something added by cavendish’s husband is ngl deeply annoying to me. not bc i think the reveal of the princess actually being a man is extra special or interesting but bc even with that reveal it’s still a romance between either two women or between a man and a woman but the man isn’t the princess, so like

[abwwia]

Frances Segismundo in her studio // Brooklyn, NY // 1.21.19

[catarinavoltouaescrever-blog]

A poesia no filme: Tempos de paz

A poesia em "tempo de paz" é o ponto alto do Filme...

MONÓLOGO DE SEGISMUNDO LA VIDA ES SUEÑO, Ato I, Cena I Pedro Calderón de la Barca “Ai miserável de mim e infeliz! Apurar, ó céus, pretendo, já que me tratais assim, que delito cometi contra vós outros, nascendo; que, se nasci, já entendo qual delito hei cometido: bastante causa há servido vossa justiça e rigor, pois que o delito maior do homem é ter nascido. E só quisera saber, para apurar males…

[maskpoka]

No dibujo bien en cuaderno hehehe pero estoy en clases y no se que hacer para no aburrirme en recreo 😭 aparte en casa estudio y hago deberes juejue rascando,rascando

[tearssonly]

La vida es sueño, Pedro Calderón

[fyregrayfong]

A Ride To Remember

paring: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

word count: 1.4k

Warning: none?

"I'm glad we have another thespian in Abbott," Jacob said as he settled into the backseat of your Honda Accord. "I'm not a thespian. I just watch" you gently offer. Earlier in the week during lunch, Barbara and Jacob had been discussing an upcoming production at the Bushfire Theatre. "I can't believe 'Life is a Dream' is being showcased here," Barbara chimed in as she fastened her seatbelt.

"Well, from the sounds of it, it sounds... interesting," Melissa quipped as you closed her door and got into the car. As you joined them, you listened to Jacob and Barbara excitedly exchange how the theater will portray the characters, shaking your head softly as you exchanged a smile with Melissa.

Once the two decided to see the play, Barbara asked Jacob if she could invite Melissa, given that the two had become friends since becoming roommates. Jacob agreed and suggested you join to keep the group in equal numbers. Since Janine has been busy in her new district role. You insisted on driving the four of you to the theater.

"So, who's the Quasimodo guy?" Melissa asked from the front seat as you began the drive downtown.

"Segismundo," Jacob gently corrected her, launching into a detailed explanation of the main character's background and history. Despite Melissa's regretful expression, you couldn't help but chuckle softly at her mistake.

—

While the play unfolded onstage, your eyes frequently wandered to Barbara and Jacob, who were captivated by the performance. You slid your hand into Melissa’s, surprising her and earning a warning look. The two of you exchanged a silent discussion, gesturing to your friends who were engrossed in the play. Melissa relaxed and intertwined her fingers with yours, both of you enjoying the subtle intimacy as you softly ran your thumb over her hand while watching the play. With each exchanged glance between you and Melissa, the connection between you deepened, amplifying the enjoyment of each other’s presence.

—

As the four of you navigated through the crowd exiting the building, you kept holding Melissa’s hand to avoid losing her in the sea of people. Once outside, you both let go, and you breathed a sigh of relief. "The play wasn’t that bad," you remarked with a smile.

Barbara agreed, letting out a happy sigh, while Jacob suggested grabbing coffee before heading back to end the night. No one opposed, and Jacob led the way to a nearby coffee shop. As Jacob and Barbara walked ahead, discussing the theater’s performance, you and Melissa followed, enjoying the quiet moment together, with your hands occasionally brushing against each other, a secret dance of affection in public.

Barbara looked back and saw the two of you oblivious of the action. "Do you agree, dear?" Her question caught you off guard. "I’m sorry, what?"

Jacob jumped in, redirecting the conversation to the play's conclusion “Segismundo’s conclusion at the end of the play. How he condemned the rebel soldier but Barbara is saying it’s about moral awakening”. You and Melissa exchanged a glance, scrambling for an answer. "Umm… I would think both of you are correct? It seemed like Calderón purposefully made it ambiguous, whatever the viewer takes and in return adds additional tension and depth to the play" you offered.

“Nerds,” Melissa scoffed, breaking the tension. Jacob and Barbara nodded, taking your words into account and continuing their discussion. You chuckled softly, grateful for Melissa’s quick save, as the four of you continued to the coffee shop.

—

Jacob opened the doors to The Toast Cafe, and you let Melissa and Barbara pick out a table. "What would you like to drink, Barbara? My treat," you offered, pulling out chairs for both women. Barbara requested tea, while Melissa nodded in agreement with your usual order. You met up with Jacob, letting him order his drink, and then you ordered for yourself and the two ladies.

After the barista made the drinks, you joined the ladies and handed them their beverages. "Oh, you did order a drink, Melissa," Barbara commented, noticing Melissa’s slight hesitation. She held her coffee cup and nodded “Yup, must’ve not heard me” she quickly took a sip to prevent the conversation from continuing.

—

On the drive back to Abbott, the group enjoyed watching the city lights while listening to soft music. Seated comfortably in the back were Barbara and Jacob. Meanwhile, in the front seats, you and Melissa exchanged furtive glances. After a while, Melissa absentmindedly reached her hand over and intertwined your fingers, resting them on your thigh as you navigated through the city streets. Melissa softly stroked your hand as you focused on the road.

Jacob looked away from the window and glanced over at his colleagues, noticing Melissa's hand. He thought with how dark the cabin was that he was seeing things but as each street light passed the image was clear. His face lit up with surprise, and he exclaimed, “Oh my god!”

The sudden outburst startled everyone, causing you to slightly swerve. Melissa’s hand immediately withdrew, her fight or flight instinct kicking in, while you regained control of the steering wheel after swerving out of the lane. "What?!" you exclaimed, “Yeah what the hell Jacob!” Melissa looked back at you just as Barbara grabbed onto the car and her chest, thinking this was the end.

Jacob looked at the both of you. “You two… you’re seeing each other!”

You and Melissa froze, exchanging panicked looks as you struggled to come up with a plausible explanation.

Barbara, ever the voice of reason, shook her head. "Come on, Jacob, don't be ridiculous. Melissa and y/n are just... friends, right?"

Jacob raised an eyebrow skeptically, his grin widening. "Oh, please. I may teach sixth grade, but even I can see the sparks flying between those two. No need for headlights with how bright they are"

Melissa cleared her throat, attempting to steer the conversation away from their personal lives. "Don’t be ridiculous. How about that Quasimodo dude and Rosario chick?"

“I already told you, Segismundo and Rosaura,” Jacob gently corrected her, launching into their stories before he stopped. “Oh, nice try, Schemmenti,” he added with a knowing look while Melissa stares daggers at him. The both of them having a silent discussion with just their looks before he relents “Alright, I'll drop it... for now.." 

But Jacob's intuition couldn't be swayed. His playful demeanor masked a keen awareness that sent a shiver down your spine. You and Melissa exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging the precariousness of your situation.

Once leaving the parking lot, dropping Jacob and Barbara at their cars, leaving Melissa last. You drove around the lot before leaving the lot entirely to actually drive her home. Once arriving at her apartment building you walk her to the steps of her building door, offering Melissa your leather jacket. You slide your hands in your jean pocket as the Philly air gets chilly. The both of you share a look before letting out a laugh. “That was close,” you murmured to the redhead. “Yeah, it was my fault. I forgot they were in the backseat when I took your hand,” her cheeks blushed softly, and you shared a smile. “It was weird driving without your hand there,” a slight smirk on your lips as you looked around, in case Jacob was driving up. “You think the coast is clear?”

Melissa glanced over then up at the window for a second and nodded. “Jacob’s gotta be asleep by now,” she whispered, and you took your hand out of your pocket, closing the space between you. Gently tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, you whispered, “Goodnight, Melissa,” gazing into her green eyes.

“Goodnight, hon,” she whispered back, resting her hand on your cheek. Your hands rested on her waist as you leaned in, sharing a series of slow kisses that deepened into a short makeout session.

Melissa let out a small laugh as she pulled back, softly resting her forehead against yours. “You should go before Boy Wonder sends out a search party,” she teased, lightly tapping your cheek before sliding out of your jacket and handing it back to you.

“You’re right,” you agreed, letting out a soft chuckle, sharing a last kiss then whispering to agree to see each other in the morning. You waved goodbye once you reach down to your car as Melissa went inside her house, not driving away until you saw the door close behind her.

Neither of you noticed that Jacob was watching the whole exchange from the bedroom window, a smug look on his face as he turns to walk back to his room. “My gaydar is never wrong.”

[aguacerotropical]

The Count de Saint Germain as Paracelsus (or His Corrupted Foil), and King Basilio

There's a theory floating around that I've mentioned before, and that I did not come up with but can't remember who did, about The Shapeless One being (literally or figuratively) a corrupted Paracelsus. Well, his outfit always reminded me of something, and I just realized it's a magician's outfit complete with a wand (that has stars at the end).

Again, the direct reference is the weird eccentric alchemist, musician, magician, obscurantist and probable conman the Count de Saint Germain, but the possibility of a secondary reference is interesting. At the very least, it might be playing as a foil to the creator of Babel.

The idea of him as a magician is also kind of cool when you take into account the Marquis Machina's speech to Ruthven after the Gevaudan Arc. She/he/they also recalls magic, and possibly shows how alike they are.

I also mentioned this over two years ago when I first watched the anime, but the fact that The Shapeless One wears a broken watch indicates (to me) that he's a creature out of time itself. Could simply be that he's the oldest vampire in history, except maybe for the Faustina or Luna themselves, or that he's something more than just vampire. Like Paracelsus himself.

(or a corrupted analogue to him.)

Is there a third (?!) reference to King Basilio in Life is a Dream?

And finally, almost forgot this, but I've always said that his speech about "dreams are only dreams, inevitably there will come a time when you have to wake up and face reality" from chapter 55 sounds suspiciously like Pedro Calderón de la Barca's well known "Life is a Dream" play with its famous verse:

What is life? 'Tis but a madness. What is life? A thing that seems, A mirage that falsely gleams, Phantom joy, delusive rest, Since is life a dream at best, And even dreams themselves are dreams

I don't really want to get into the full possibilities of that reference, particularly with the idea of free will vs predestination that also smoulders in the back of Vanitas no Carte's storyline. I think that deserves it's own essay (and a personal reread of the play).

But lets talk about it superficially. The play's summary goes like this: The protagonist Segismundo's father King Basilio is obsessed with science and astrology. The stars predict his son will be a tyrant, so he locks him in a tower and runs a kind of natural experiment to see if he will turn the tyrant that the stars predict when he's set free. Or if he can exercise free will and become a good king. If he's a tyrant, he locks him back up and convinces him the whole thing was a dream. There's also crossdressing. It's a fun read.

Anyways, it reminds me of The Shapeless One's experiments on Louis. He locked him up in a castle at a mythical region of France, Averoigne, to see if he would become a curse-bearer, as was his (supposedly) destiny due to being born as a twin. Or if he had the free will to break free. Obviously Louis, unlike Segismundo, lost and died. (Or maybe he's locked somewhere else, I know there's some Louis de Sade is Alive Truthers out there!). I could talk about his machinations on Mikhail and Noé as well, but this is long enough.

Astolfo also appears as a character in the play, but Calderón de la Barca lifts him from the same source material Mochijun does in La Chanson de Roland. Not sure if dear Pedro gets it directly from that epic poem or one of its derivative works though, and I'm not curious enough on that to research it.

So I can't draw a direct reference, but it would be strange that someone as well-read on classic European lit like Mochijun wouldn't know of Pedro Calderón de la Barca, probably the most famous Spanish Golden Age writer, and his version of Astolfo.

[confession-session]

i dont want to hear a SINGLE WORD about "quirky" and "not like other girls" character names in writing ok???? Have you SEEN La Vida es Sueño?!?!?! That shit was written in the seventeenth century and is widely regarded as high literature, and it's beautiful, tragic, serious characters have perfectly colorful names!! Estrella? Gorgeous. Rosaura and Clarín I can get. Clotaldo and Bastillio are a bit weird... But Astolfo?!?!?!? You couldn't have gone for... idk, Adolfo? Or Alonso?? No???? You HAD to stick with fucking Astolfo?!?!? The protagonist is named goddamn Segismundo for the love of god. What does that even mean??????

tl;dr: name your characters as fucking weird as you want babe go crazy because humans have been having fun doing it for centuries, and who are you to not continue the tradition?