- (dramaturgy) a sloping gallery with seats for spectators (as in an operating room or theater)
- An oval large stadium with tiers of seats; an arena in which contests and spectacles are held
Synonyms: amphitheatre, coliseum
Derived forms: amphitheaters
- Rick Riordan – Before Keto could notice, Hedge pointed towards the top of the amphitheater. It looked like he might be screaming, Gods of Olympus, what is that?Keto turned. Coach Hedge promptly took off his fake foot and ninja-kicked her in the back of the head with his goat hoof.
- Jorge Luis Borges – Things became duplicated in Tlön; they also tend to become effaced and lose their details when they are forgotten. A classic example is the doorway which survived so long as it was visited by a beggar and disappeared at his death. At times some birds, a horse, have saved the ruins of an amphitheater.
- Rick Riordan – Aphrodite took my snowboarding jacket,she muttered. Mugged by my own mom. In the first row of the amphitheater, Jason found a blanket and wrapped it around her
- Alice Sebold – In the tunnel where I was raped, a tunnel that was once an underground entry to an amphitheater, a place where actors burst forth from underneath the seats of a crowd, a girl had been murdered and dismembered. I was told this story by the police. In comparison, they said, I was lucky.
- Harvey Broome – I have thought that the word America must mean different things to the people who live under its aegis. I would that for each of them it might be symbolized by one at least one memory of some aspect of unspoiled nature. America wide, far-reaching, insouciant has been the amphitheater for our civilization. I wish each of us could appreciate its vast beauty, and could see how far the elements of our civilization fall short of the sheer majesty of our America.
- Beryl Dov – Rain To be umbrella’d in the rain is to be singing,surrounded by nature and at once untouched,shielded against the force of gales and hailstorms in my dry alcove of sentience and peace.But past the amphitheater of raindrops tree trunks purple against the throttling moss, marbling into green and grey lichens.Leaves of grass crouch in a lowered stance, then stand on end like the hairs of a frightened dog.The musty smell of earth hangs in the gallows,emanating decay into the granite, winter light.Clouds bewail the earth in dogged tears.Who said there was consolation in rain?My umbrella is lost in a sudden gust,leaving me wet, shivering, exposed –reminding me, once again,why I hate funerals.They remind me of what I am and to what I will return.
- Judith McNaught – Lady Thornton, how very good of you to find the time to pay us a social call! Would it be too pushing of me to inquire as to your whereabouts during the last six weeks?At that moment Elizabeth’s only thought was that if Ian’s barrister felt this way about her, how much more hatred she would face when she confronted Ian himself. I-I can imagine what you must be thinking, she began in a conciliatory manner.He interrupted sarcastically, Oh, I don’t think you can, madam. If you could, you’d be quite horrified at this moment. I can explain everything,Elizabeth burst out.Really? he drawled blightingly. A pity you didn’t try to do that six weeks ago!I’m here to do it now,Elizabeth cried, clinging to a slender thread of control.Begin at your leisure,he drawled sarcastically. here are only three hundred people across the hall awaiting your convenience.Panic and frustration made Elizabeth’s voice shake and her temper explode. Now see here, sir, I have not traveled day and night so that I can stand here while you waste time insulting me! I came here the instant I read a paper and realized my husband is in trouble. I’ve come to prove I’m alive and unharmed, and that my brother is also alive!Instead of looking pleased or relieved he looked more snide than before. Do tell, madam. I am on tenterhooks to hear the whole of it. Why are you doing this? Elizabeth cried. For the love of heaven, I’m on your side! Thank God we don’t have more like you. Elizabeth steadfastly ignored that and launched into a swift but complete version of everything that had happened from the moment Robert came up behind her at Havenhurst. Finished, she stood up, ready to go in and tell everyone across the hall the same thing, but Delham continued to pillory her with his gaze, watching her in silence above his steepled fingertips. Are we supposed to believe that Banbury tale? he snapped at last. Your brother is alive, but he isn’t here. Are we supposed to accept the word of a married woman who brazenly traveled as man and wife with another man- With my brother, Elizabeth retorted, bracing her palms on the desk, as if by sheer proximity she could make him understand.So you want us to believe. Why, Lady Thornton? Why this sudden interest in your husband’s well-being? Delham! the duchess barked. Are you mad? Anyone can see she’s telling the truth-even I-and I wasn’t inclined to believe a word she said when she arrived at my house! You are tearing into her for no reason-Without moving his eyes from Elizabeth, Mr. Delham said shortly, Your grace, what I’ve been doing is nothing to what the prosecution will try to do to her story. If she can’t hold up in here, she hasn’t a chance out there! I don’t understand this at all! Elizabeth cried with panic and fury. By being here I can disprove that my husband has done away with me. And I have a letter from Mrs. Hogan describing my brother in detail and stating that we were together. She will come here herself if you need her, only she is with child and couldn’t travel as quickly as I had to do. This is a trial to prove whether or not my husband is guilty of those crimes. I know the truth, and I can prove he isn’t. You’re mistaken, Lady Thornton, Delham said in a bitter voice. Because of its sensational nature and the wild conjecture in the press, this is no longer a quest for truth and justice in the House of Lords. This is now an amphitheater, and the prosecution is in the center of the stage, playing a starring role before an audience of thousands all over England who will read about it in the papers. They’re bent on giving a stellar performance, and they’ve been doing just that. Very well, he said after a moment. Let’s see how well you can deal with them.
- Nick Morgan – They understood that any presentation has to begin by answering a key question for that specific audience: Why does this matter? Why is what the speaker is going to say important? When you collect people in an amphitheater, the grandeur of the setting demands an immediate answer to that question of why.
- Jim Burke – Sophocles plays, performed in amphitheaters, were the equivalent of today’s megachurches, where customs and values were clarified and conveyed.
- Piero Camporesi – How many were there of these homely visionaries, prophetic pythonesses, sententious prophetesses, raving old women, swooning damsels, talking crickets, these convulsionaries haunted by incubi, who dropped down dead with epilepsy, how many the matrons desirous of regeneration, and the old women seeking purgation? How many the fountains of deceit, the amphitheaters of monstrosities, how many have tumbled into the cavern of nothingness. Collective infatuation, epidemics of the imagination,filthy dreams born of obscene and delirious fantasy, nocturnal flights through the air, brutal releases of pent-up lust by melancholic women, endowed with vigorous imaginations and ferocious animals spirits, or indeed old women consumed by all manner of filthy and libidinous desires, which they abet with generous quantities of liquor: no wonder, then, that when asleep they are prey to such nefarious deliriums
- You have eternity in which to explain and only one night to be a martyr in the amphitheater Get out, darling, and let me see the lions eat you.
- Sometimes a few birds, a horse, have saved the ruins of an amphitheater.
- No more peeping through keyholes! No more mas turbating in the dark! No more public confessions! Unscrew the doors from their jambs! I want a world where the vagina is represented by a crude, honest slit, a world that has feeling for bone and contour, for raw, primary colors, a world that has fear and respect for its animal origins. I’m sick of looking at cunts all tickled up, disguised, deformed, idealized. Cunts with nerve ends exposed. I don’t want to watch young virgins masturbating in the privacy of their boudoirs or biting their nails or tearing their hair or lying on a bed full of bread crumbs for a whole chapter. I want Madagascan funeral poles, with animal upon animal and at the top Adam and Eve, and Eve with a crude, honest slit between the legs. I want hermaphrodites who are real hermaphrodites, and not make-believes walking around with an atrophied penis or a dried-up cunt. I want a classic purity, where dung is dung and angels are angels. The Bible a la King James, for example. Not the Bible of Wycliffe, not the Vulgate, not the Greek, not the Hebrew, but the glorious, death-dealing Bible that was created when the English language was in flower, when a vocabulary of twenty thousand words sufficed to build a monument for all time. A Bible written in Svenska or Tegalic, a Bible for the Hottentots or the Chinese, a Bible that has to meander through the trickling sands of French is no Bible-it is a counterfeit and a fraud. The King James Version was created by a race of bone-crushers. It revives the primitive mysteries, revives rape, murder, incest, revives epilepsy, sadism,megalomania, revives demons, angels, dragons, leviathans, revives magic, exorcism, contagion, incantation, revives fratricide, regicide, patricide, suicide, revives hypnotism, anarchism, somnambulism, revives the song, the dance, the act, revives the mantic, the chthonian, the arcane, the mysterious, revives the power, the evil, and the glory that is God. All brought into theopen on a colossal scale, and so salted and spiced that it will last until the next Ice Age. A classic purity, then-and to hell with the Post Office authorities! For what is it enables the classics to live at all, if indeed they be living on and not dying as we and all about us are dying? What preserves them against the ravages of time if it be not the salt that is in them? When I read Petronius or Apuleius or Rabelais, how close they seem! That salty tang! That odor of the menagerie! The smell of horse piss and lion’s dung, of tiger’s breath and elephant’s hide. Obscenity, lust, cruelty, boredom, wit. Real eunuchs. Real hermaphrodites. Real pricks. Real cunts. Real banquets! Rabelais rebuilds the walls of Paris with human cunts. Trimalchio tickles his own throat, pukes up his own guts, wallows in his own swill. In the amphitheater, where a big, sleepy pervert of a Caesar lolls dejectedly, the lions and the jackals, the hyenas, the tigers, the spotted leopards are crunching real human bones whilst the coming men, the martyrs and imbeciles, are walking up the golden stairs shouting Hallelujah!
- I looked up from that churning amphitheater to the view beyond it. The great, gray eye of the sky looked back at me, its mist-shrouded sun focusing all the white and silent distances that poured from every point of the compass, hill after pale hill, to stall at my feet.
- Mr. Manzi stood at the bottom of the big, rickety old amphitheater, making blue flames and red flares and clouds of yellow stuff by pouring the contents of one test tube into another, and I shut his voice out of my ears by pretending it was only a mosquito in the distance and sat back enjoying the bright lights and the colored fires and wrote page after page of villanelles and sonnets.
- How far can a person hear?Malorie needs the children to hear into the trees, into the wind, into the dirt banks that lead to an entire world of living creatures. The river is an amphitheater, Malorie muses, paddling.But it’s also a grave.The children must listen.Malorie cannot stave off the visions of hands emerging from the darkness, clutching the heads of the children, deliberately untying that which protects them.Breathing hard and sweating, Malorie prays a person can hear all the way to safety.
- Things duplicate themselves in Tlön; they also tend to grow vague or sketchy, and to lose detail when they begin to be forgotten. The classic example is the doorway that continued to exist so long as a certain beggar frequented it, but which was lost to sight when he died. Sometimes a few birds, a horse, have saved the ruins of an amphitheater.
- I think they’d barely recognize us as brothers and sisters. If we told them, church is on Sundays, and we have an awesome band if the found out 1/6th of the earth’s population claimed to be Christians, I’m not sure they could reconcile the suffering happening on our watch while we’re living in excess. But listen, early church, we have a monthly event called ‘Mocha chicks’, we have choir practice every Wednesday, we organize retreats with door prizes, we’re raising $3 million for an outdoor amphitheater, we have catchy t-shirts, we don’t smoke or say the f-word, we go to bible study every semester. The local church would be the heartbeat of the city.
- There were, all told, some ten thousand souls in the graveyard, but most of them slept deep, or took no interest in the night-to-night affairs of the place, and there were less than three hundred of them up there, in the amphitheater, in the moonlight.
- Though the instinct to fight and to kill is surely qualified by one’s personal courage, the instinct to watch others fight and kill is evidently inborn. When the boxing fan shouts, Kill him! Kill him! he is betraying no peculiar pathology or quirk but asserting his common humanity and his kinship, however distant, with the thousands upon thousands of spectators who crowded into the Roman amphitheaters to see gladiators fight to the death.
- Cheered on by the growing crowd, Gabrielli joined forces with Mario. My teacher said, In antiquity, pederasty was seen as an educational institution for the inculcation of moral and cultural values by the older man to the younger, as well as a form of sexual expression. It gained representation in history from the Archaic period onwards in Ancient Greece. Both men had created an imaginary platform, as if speaking in a forum at an ancient amphitheater. According to Plato, in ancient Greece, pederasty was a relationship and a bond, be it sexual or chaste, between an adult man and an adolescent boy outside his immediate family.
- The walls were draped with banners covered with cabalistic signs, an abundance of owls of all kinds, scarabs and ibises, and Oriental divinities of uncertain origin. Near the rear wall was a dais, a proscenium of burning torches held up by rough logs, and in the background an altar with a triangular altarpiece and statuettes of Isis and Osiris. The room was ringed by an amphitheater of figures of Anubis, and there was a portrait of Cagliostro (it could hardly have been of anyone else, could it?), a gilded mummy in Cheops format, two five-armed candelabra, a gong suspended from two rampant snakes, on a podium a lectern covered by calico printed with hieroglyphics, and two crowns, two tripods, a little portable sarcophagus, a throne, a fake seventeenth-century fauteuil, four unmatched chairs suitable for a banquet with the sheriff of Nottingham, and candles, tapers, votive lights, all flickering very spiritually.
- Cheered on by the growing crowd, Gabrielli joined forces with Mario. My teacher said, In antiquity, pederasty was seen as an educational institution for the inculcation of moral and cultural values by the older man to the younger, as well as a form of sexual expression. It gained representation in history from the Archaic period onwards in Ancient Greece. Both men had created an imaginary platform, as if speaking in a forum at an ancient amphitheater. According to Plato, in ancient Greece, pederasty was a relationship and a bond, be it sexual or chaste, between an adult man and an adolescent boy outside his immediate family. Most Greek men engaged in sexual relations with both women and boys, though exceptions to the rule were known; some avoided relations with women and others rejected relations with boys. In Rome relations with boys took a more informal and less civic path, with older men taking advantage of their dominant social status to extract sexual favors from their social inferiors. They carried on illicit relationships with freeborn boys. My teacher spoke heroically.
- All of life is an amphitheater where we each serve as an appreciative member of the audience until the sublime play ends with our death. The chapters and verses in our life story reflect what we value how appreciative we are for our time to work, play, laugh, cry, and create.
- Hudson Gardens in Littleton has announced the acts booked for the 2016 summer concert series at its outdoor amphitheater.
- Iggy Azalea performs during KS 107.5’s Summer Jam at Fiddlers Green Amphitheater on June 2014 in Englewood, Colorado.
- The three-day festival will be held Oct. -26, at San Manuel Amphitheater & Campgrounds in San Bernardino, Calif.
- The actress’ 73-acre compound features a natural waterfall, hiking trails and an amphitheater carved into rock.
- Peter Gabriel, left, and Sting will perform at the Ford Amphitheater at Coney Island Boardwalk on Sunday.
- Daniel Ezralow’s new company offered its first program at the Ford Amphitheater in Los Angeles.
- Eric Church is christening Nashville’s Ascend Amphitheater with a pair of sold-out shows.
- A chicken house and adjacent cattle yard, a swimming pool, an amphitheater and a visitors center were among the additions made to South Africa President Jacob Zuma’s private country residence with public funds for what officials called security upgrades.
- There have been changes at the Hollywood Bowl since Esa-Pekka Salonen’s last appearance at the amphitheater six years ago as the Los Angeles Philharmonic music director.
- A former Childs restaurant from the 1920s along the Coney Island boardwalk is being remade as an amphitheater.