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Sarah BernhardtAn extract from the diary of Sarah Bernhardt, the legendary Parisian actress of the 1900’s.Sarah Bernhardt
15th February 1893 Today was a day of great excitement. At the spontaneous invitation of Jeanne de Lacié, I took a delightful walk with ma chérie on the Left Bank, whom I have not had the chance to see for several weeks, as I have been rushed off my feet playing the principal part in « Les Rois » by Lemaître, which is in fact the fiftieth production to be shown at Le Théâtre de l’Ambigu. My son is doing a fabulous job of running it : I cannot believe that I bought it twelve years ago this month for him. I was simply bursting with the
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An essay about Les Chaises...Eugène Ionesco, dans quelle mesure et comment transmet-il un message dans « Les Chaises »?An essay about Les Chaises...
Après la guerre de 1939-1945, il y avait une révolution dans le théâtre. Le raison ?
Le théâtre était maintenant choquant pour le public, c’était différent qu’avant la guerre.
Au lieu de voir les personnages avec profondeur ; l’intrigue avec du développement ;
le langage réel qui faisait de sens ; et une fin satisfaisant ; le public avait une surprise. Le
« nouveau théâtre » les confrontait avec des questions simples sur l’Homme, la vie, eux-
mêmes. Avant, ils parta
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The Rise of Ziggy Stardust“The Rise of Ziggy Stardust-A Dramatic Monologue”The Rise of Ziggy Stardust
It is 1972 and David Bowie, the pop superstar, has reached a revolution in music. He has been inspired to conjure up a persona to perform as when he is on stage with his band, The Spiders from Mars, and the album, “The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars” tells the tale of the persona of Ziggy Stardust that David Bowie has created. All songs referenced in this dramatic monologue are from that album.
In a dimly lit underground theatre, the music is pounding, and it snakes its way up the stairs and outside onto the streets of London. Screaming fans
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Broken KeysI play the piano. Correction. I played the piano.Broken Keys
Once upon a time I played the Piano. Once upon a time there was a girl who dreamed of being a famous pianist, a pianist that would play in the finest opera houses and concert halls throughout the world--especially in Europe.
I can't even look at a piano any more without feeling pain. It's like each instrument has soaked up the pain and each time I touch the keys I feel it.
The pianos breathe into me.
Not the way they breathe into musicians like Sondheim or Motzart or any critically acclaimed pianist, who feels the instrument and it opens up a
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