thinking about hadestown as a story in which each character realizes both that they’re in a time loop + that there is an audience observing them at different points throughout the show
there’s this moment in if its true where it seems like orpheus is pleading with the audience to change how the story goes. eurydice knows this has happened before by come home with me reprise (“i can sing us home again” “no, you can’t” “yes, i can” “no, you don’t understand”) but orpheus doesn’t know until doubt comes in (“who am i to think that she would follow me into the cold and dark again?”). the gods are both observed and observing (hades and persephone and hermes all stand off to the side for most of the show when they aren’t the main people in a scene); for hades and persephone, this happens year after year anyways without any kind of time loop narrative, but hermes is fully aware from the beginning of the narrative structure of the story, obviously.
persephone knows all along that she’s being observed, but the amount she cares varies between actors (amber gray’s persephone does not care that there’s an audience; jewelle blackman’s persephone is desperate for this story to be witnessed). hades never knows.
cause here’s the thing! to know how it ends!! and still!!! begin!!!! to sing it again!!!!!
there’s something about orpheus’s sharp features vs the softness of his soul contrasted with eurydice’s round face and smooth hair vs the hard barrier she puts between herself and the world
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the thing i really love about hadestown is anais mitchell took this myth that has (at least as it’s been told to me) been framed as “sometimes you get really close and you still fail, because humans are flawed and it just sucks” and she said “no you guys, what orpheus was trying to do should have been impossible and he almost made it anyway. the only reason he failed is because he stopped believing he could succeed”
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun. (insp.)
And again she looked at Faramir. ‘No longer do I desire to be a queen,’ she said. Then Faramir laughed merrily. ‘That is well,’ he said; ‘for I am not a king. Yet I will wed with the White Lady of Rohan, if it be her will. And if she will, then let us cross the River and in happier days let us dwell in fair Ithilien and there make a garden. All things will grow with joy there, if the White Lady comes.’
appreciating peeta mellark : victim of the capitol
“it’s impossible to be the mockingjay. impossible to complete even this one sentence. because now i know that everything i say will be directly taken out on peeta. result in his torture. but not his death, no, nothing so merciful as that. snow will ensure that his life is much more worse than death. ”
*listens to an album for the first time and enters a new era in my life*
This gives me chills. The fact that something so simple can be such a poignant placemarker in life. The fact that this first listen will tuck itself away in your memory and that the 87th listen will draw memories out of that safe place your brain is keeping especially for that album. What a gorgeous little treasure to share only between you and your younger self.
