On the eve of me basically being ready to give up Doctor Who for good, let me remember Donna Noble whose speech here still gives me confidence when I need to soldier on.

(Source: arthurpendragonns)

"Night Vision", by Lucille Clifton

appy:

the girl fits her body in
to the space between the bed
and the wall. she is a stalk,
exhausted. she will do some
thing with this. she will
surround these bones with flesh,
she will cultivate night vision.
she will train her tongue
to lie still in her mouth and listen.
the girl slips into sleep.
her dream is red and raging.
she will remember
to build something human with it.

So this is from a crime drama called The Fall that’s made by the BBC and is currently on Netflix. Everyone needs to watch it because I need to squee about the brilliant feminist lead character and the unapologetic indictment of misogyny and rape culture. 

Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry, from ”Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front” (via lifeinpoetry)

heyhaleycarroll:

I watched a documentary about Elaine Stritch last night and she is exactly the kind of old lady I want to be. A swearing, no pants wearing, tell it like it is, still doing what you love, old lady.

heyhaleycarroll:

I watched a documentary about Elaine Stritch last night and she is exactly the kind of old lady I want to be. A swearing, no pants wearing, tell it like it is, still doing what you love, old lady.

homilius:

Gluck, Orfeo ed Euridice (1762), Act II: Che puro ciel! Che chiaro sol!

Janet Baker, Orfeo

London Philharmonic Orchestra • Raymond Leppard (1982)

 

I keep thinking about how the timing seems false

How some days seem faster than my fucking pulse

And others go so slow, like this morning

seems like a month ago…

I feel like I’m underwater.

Two years ago today. 

parmandil:

Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen from Mahler’s Rückert-lieder, sung by Alice Coote.

It has come to my attention that this particular interpretation of ‘Ich bin der Welt’ is not on my blog, and I need to rectify that immediately. Also have fun crying.

You can decorate absence however you want - but you’re still gonna feel what’s missing.

—Siobhan Vivian, Same Difference  (via kate-mcbride)

(Source: larmoyante)

I think their primary prejudice is, Why does it have to take seven minutes to sing “I love you,” or five minutes to sing “I’m dying now”? I always say, “But that’s extremely fast.” Not in realistic terms, of course. But if you go to opera and expect realism, you’re really stupid. It’s not realism, obviously - even if we build a realistic set. Trying to express yourself about love in five minutes is fast. It can take two years to say that or to even understand that. Saying “I’m dying” in seven minutes is fast. Thinking about death occupies people from puberty through the rest of our lives. It’s the biggest existential question there is. But to express yourself about the feeling of dying, or the anxiety of dying, in seven minutes is actually pretty fast. My point is, in one evening, you go through in two and one-half hours what the rest of us spend our whole emotional lives living through. (…) It’s a workout, intense and focused - if you look for the emotional dimension and not the realistic one. Opera tries to show life as it is, not as it looks. (…) The reason it seems long is that we spend time on what’s important in life. When you look at your life, what’s going to define what it was? Not the everyday business, but the emotional highlights, disasters, or triumphs you had. That’s what we focus on in opera. and that’s because we have music.

—Kasper Bech Holten (director of the Danish Royal Opera) answering the question “Do you think your average spectators have difficulty investing themselves emotionally?” in Joshua Jampol’s book Living Opera (via operanerd)