April 2nd, 2014 → 6:02 am @ Lea // No Comments

“We […] alone will sing like birds i’ the cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: so we’ll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we’ll talk with them too,
Who loses and who wins; who’s in, who’s out;
And take upon the mystery of things,
As if we were God’s spies: and we’ll wear out,
In a wall’d prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.”  – King Lear

King Lear was recently performed in the Zaatari Refugee Camp, in Jordan.  Hearing about it I pictured a sun-swept, bone-dry, dust-encircled platform with thin, but passionate refugees voicing their sorrows and hopes upon the stage.  Acting in their wall’d prison.  I wish I could have seen it.