Who is Orson Welles

George Orson Welles (May 6, 1915 – October 10, 1985) was an American director, actor, screenwriter, and producer who is remembered for his innovative work in radio, theatre and film. He is considered to be among the greatest and most influential filmmakers of all time.While in his 20s, Welles directed high-profile stage productions for the Federal Theatre Project, including an adaptation of Macbeth with an entirely African American cast and the political musical The Cradle Will Rock. In 1937, he and John Houseman founded the Mercury Theatre, an independent repertory theatre company that presented a series of productions on Broadway through 1941, including Caesar (1937), an adaptation of William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar.

In 1938, his radio anthology series The Mercury Theatre ...
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Scozzarifrank: style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn. —orson welles—
Elon_maskkk: sam smith is the orson welles of his generation… the fattest.
Mikemashon: it was aired as part of a series called the silent years hosted by orson welles and not only did i fall in puppy love with lillian gish, i was entranced by silent films and wanted to know more. so mom took me to the library.
Mesmerized2021: orson welles in is paris burning? (1966)
Rfn_david: 17. the third man apart from orson welles, this was incredibly disappointing and predictable. main character bordering on annoying.
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The Valley Of The Black Pig
 by William Butler Yeats

The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears
Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes,
And then the clash of fallen horsemen and the cries
Of unknown perishing armies beat about my ears.
We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore,
The grey caim on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew,
Being weary of the world's empires, bow down to you.
Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.

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