I discovered that this woman, known to many for writing Frankenstein, wife of the poet Shelley, was a truly fascinating figure.
Last Thursday I played in the streets of the city where Shelley died and was cremated, the ghost of this woman ahead of its time.
Some time ago I talked about how exciting, fascinating and fun, studying the characters, what I learned in theater. Make the ghost of a character is even more difficult ... but I must say really experience intense ....
There was a moment for the dark hallways and stairs a few lit a nineteenth century building, with her dress fluttering, I was fading, I felt ghost ...
I saw the footage and I got scared alone
...:-) I'm entering on tiptoe in a world ... truly fascinating study of a character and dress is beautiful ... I have to work on being that character in front of an audience.
"... I have tried in vain to revive your heart ... I tried the hidden passages of my soul, in the dark night full of fear, to find a body without a soul and life, in the cucirci immortal heart of a poet who ever this land will forget ... "
(legend has it that while the poet was cremated, his heart is not burned ... it was brought by friends of Shelley, Byron and others, to his beloved Mary. When Mary died in England, she was also buried the heart of Shelley's Frankenstein ... and then the birth may also have implications poetic ...)
Last Thursday I played in the streets of the city where Shelley died and was cremated, the ghost of this woman ahead of its time.
Some time ago I talked about how exciting, fascinating and fun, studying the characters, what I learned in theater. Make the ghost of a character is even more difficult ... but I must say really experience intense ....
There was a moment for the dark hallways and stairs a few lit a nineteenth century building, with her dress fluttering, I was fading, I felt ghost ...
I saw the footage and I got scared alone
...:-) I'm entering on tiptoe in a world ... truly fascinating study of a character and dress is beautiful ... I have to work on being that character in front of an audience.
"... I have tried in vain to revive your heart ... I tried the hidden passages of my soul, in the dark night full of fear, to find a body without a soul and life, in the cucirci immortal heart of a poet who ever this land will forget ... "
(legend has it that while the poet was cremated, his heart is not burned ... it was brought by friends of Shelley, Byron and others, to his beloved Mary. When Mary died in England, she was also buried the heart of Shelley's Frankenstein ... and then the birth may also have implications poetic ...)
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