GRACE UNDER PRESSURE
Art. Pre-Raphaelites. Shakespeare. Indie/Guitar/Rock/Classical Music. Taylor Swift.
'I think about what I’d think of my decisions when I’m 80 looking back, and it helps me make sound, responsible choices.' - Taylor Swift
(If you are a band following me in the hopes I will check out your music, I'm sorry but I probably won't. I don't mean to be rude. I usually find new music through NME Radio.)
Sang froid and Equanimity. Grace under pressure.
'Fill the unforgiving minute...'.
'Oh, Maya says I'm lacking in depth,
I will do my best' - The Strokes
'You're all Chrome' - Heads Will Roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
'The ballad of a dove. Go with peace and love.' - The Band Perry
'Excuse me if I spoke too soon
My eyes have always followed you around the room' - NGHFB
'Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine / And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time' - Open Your Eyes - SP
'Shut your eyes, I spin the big chair / And you'll feel dizzy, light, and free / And falling gently on the cushion / You can come and sing to me' - Shut Your Eyes - SP
'Come to me. Just in a dream. Come on and rescue me' - Madness - Muse
Desire leads to SUFFERING.
'The whole of life becomes an act of letting go but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.' - Life of Pi
Lend me a looking-glass. If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,. Why then, she lives
YES MY OLD SONS! ST. GEORGE’S DAY!
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,—
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
‘He died with his hand on his Shakespeare and the moon shining full into the window and over him. A worthy end to such a remarkable man’ - Queen Victoria on Tennyson
My british Shakespeare professor (via corgiwhisperer)
“Our doubts are traitors And makes us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt. —Lucio, Act I, scene iv Measure for Measure (c. 1603)
Rosalind and Celia (c. 1854-1858). James Archer (Scottish, 1823-1904). Oil on canvas. Royal Scottish Academy of Art & Architecture.
This work depicts a scene from Shakespeare’s comedy ‘As You Like It.’ In the catalogue for the RSA Annual Exhibition, 1854, the entry for this painting was accompanied by the following quote: “Celia. Why, cousin; why Rosalind! – Cupid have mercy! – not a word? Rosalind. Not one to throw at a dog.” – ‘As You Like It,’ Act I, Scene iii.
Cartoon by Roz Chast. For more from this week’s issue: http://nyr.kr/XX24up
Bill Smee, Slate V executive producer: Obama
‘In 2008, I explained my vote with a haiku. This time, I’ve written a sonnet:’
Ode to the Shape Shifter
Shall I compare thee to the president?
Thou seem reasonable and moderate:
A Republican without precedent.
But campaigns doth bring out the desperate.
Those who say this, then that, really anything,
While revealing almost nothing about
What they’d do, why they deserve to be king.
Beyond a five-point plan and sowing doubt.
Face it: we are far better off today
Than when Obama came in amid huge fears
Saddled with cards no person could parlay
Into a winning hand in just four years.
You say we can’t afford four more of the same,
Yet offer nothing to back up that claim.
http://www.slate.com/articles/news_and_politics/politics/2012/11/slate_votes_2012_why_we_chose_obama_over_romney_stein_and_johnson.single.html
And that awkward moment when the interviewer goes, “Henry the Fourth, yeah?” and we’re all like, NOOOOO.
(Source: dailyshakespeare, via dailyshakespeare)
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on…"
(Source: dailyshakespeare, via dailyshakespeare)
