Thursday 29th August 2013
Text of the day: “Yet everything that touches us, me and you,/ takes us together like a violin’s bow,/ which draws one voice out of two separate strings./ Upon what instrument are we two spanned?/ And what musician holds us in his hand?/ Oh sweetest song.” (Rainer Maria Rilke’s Love Song)
What do they know of theatre who only theatre know?
D’y’know what, I am worried about her, sits upstairs on her own, on social media… drives me up the wall… calls herself “the purple hijab”.
Zara in Emteaz Hussain’s Expendable
Five plays about British-Asian women
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