University Wit

Words, Thoughts, Photos and Emotions from a Modern Actor Trapped in an Ancient Art.

Anonymous asked: Ok, I'm giving up, you completely convinced me that you're a rubbish interlocutor, because there's no way I can reason with you - you want to hear only yourself, and yourself only.





Faith (wench), I cannot court thy sprightly eyes
With the bass viol placed between my thighs.
I cannot lisp, nor to some fiddle sing, 
Nor run upon a high-stretched minikin.
I cannot whine in puling elegies,
Entombing Cupid with sad obsequies.
I am not fashioned for these amorous times
To court thy beauty with lascivious rhymes.
I cannot dally, caper, dance and sing,
Oiling my saint with supple sonneting.
I cannot cross my arms, or sigh, Ay me,
Ay me, forlorn — Egregious foppery!
I cannot buss° thy fist, play with thy hair,
Swearing by Jove thou art most debonair.
Not I, by cock! But shall I tell the roundly,
Hark in thine ear: Zounds, I can (        ) thee soundly

Actually, anon, I would say

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.

(for context, y’all should check out the preceding responses and pages-long cited arguments about how queer Shakespeare’s sonnets are)

Even out of context of the contention, Icryyoumercy’s explanation is a very good (if somewhat lengthy) read, and worth recommending to anyone interested in the subject.

that was the most beautiful smackdown in the history of ever.

"I think it’s very important to recognize talent in all facets of filmmaking. Making a movie is such a lengthy and intense experience, so it’s wonderful to honour actors, directors, producers and all crew members who put so much hard work and passion into a project.

(Source: evagrens, via suicideblonde)