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Magnetic Poetry Saturday - And Times Being What They Are

Rosencrantz: Times being what they are.
Player: Yes.
Rosencrantz: Indifferent.
Player: Completely.
From Act One of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard

Just into its second week, reality has intruded into Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge. 405 more words

My Poetry

I am Not That I Play: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Dead

SEPT / OCT 2014: BY MARIANNA KAPLUN

What’s it like to translate a play you have written to the big screen?

We can ask Tom Stoppard this question, because in 1990 he screen-wrote and directed a movie version of his play, … 714 more words

Film

In memoriam.

Fair warning: this is going to be a loaded post.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my precious friend Cate, who took her life just over a year ago. 1,081 more words

ROSENCRANTZ AND GUILDENSTERN ARE DEAD

Arguably Tom Stoppard’s most famous play, this intimate staging of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead provides just the right setting for the author’s treatise on mortality, conventional logic and theatre itself. 369 more words

Theatre

Sunday Moment of Zen: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

No play fills me with more joy than Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. Very few films do either. The movie version, directed by Tom Stoppard from his own play, is a glorious cacophony of slightly lumpy pacing and wonderful, chewy language. 180 more words

Sunday Moment Of Zen

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard

We’re almost at the end of our ‘Shakespeare 400’ week, which will please those of you who feel as if you are standing in the yard of the present-day Globe and have needed to pee since Hamlet told Ophelia to ‘Get thee to a nunnery’ at Act 3 and your smart-arse mate has just reminded you that Hamlet is the longest Shakespeare play and implied that you are probably going to wet yourself before this whole Denmark palaver reaches its conclusion. 731 more words

Book Review

#190: Wheels

For day #2 of napowrimo, I offer up a found poem, a poem that steals its text wholesale from some other non-poetic source, say, a newspaper article, or a sign, or the print on a cereal box. 168 more words

Poetry