Lost and Delirious

these days I feel increasingly lost n delirious. So. decided to rewatch the movie in hope of.. um. not sure what I was hoping for. but it's a good movie. with all these Shakespearean references. I read an interview with the director (Lea Pool), who was asked why is it that all her films show love-gone-awry. And she said,"I’m not interested in fairytales and I don’t see myself in the moral duty of creating positive paradigms... Loving excessively, loving badly, is a universal, touching theme."

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twelfth night
Act 1.Scene 5

Viola:
Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of contemned love
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills
And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out 'Olivia!'

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'Pauline Oster' in Lost n Delirious

Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar! You
hold your heads up in your
assholes because LOVE IS!
It just IS!!! And nothing you
can say can make it go away!.
Because it is the point of why
we are here. It is the highest
point and once you are up
there, looking down at everyone
else, you're there forever...
If you move, right? You fall...you fall...

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Macbeth
Act , scene 5

Lady McBeth:

Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it!
Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief!
Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry 'Hold, hold!'

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Antony and Cleopatra
Act 4, Scene 13

Cleopatra
O sun, Burn the great sphere thou movest in! darkling stand the varying shore o' the world.
O Antony, Antony, Antony!
shall I abide in this dull world, which in thy absence is no better than a sty?
Then is it sin
To rush into the secret house of death,
Ere death dare come to us?