October 30th, 2015 → 5:56 am
“What a fearful night is this!
There’s two or three of us have seen strange sights.” – Julius Caesar
Happy (one of my favorite holidays) Halloweeeeeennnnn!!!!!
October 25th, 2015 → 5:54 am
“You can never bring in a wall.” – A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Though you can beat your head against one. Lesson of the day.
Filed under: Blog & Self/My Life
October 20th, 2015 → 5:18 am
The following is ostensibly about a horse: 😉
“Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
And now his woven girths he breaks asunder.
The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds,
Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven’s thunder.
The Iron bit he crusheth ‘tween his teeth,
Controlling what he was controlled with.
His ears up-pricked, his braided hanging mane
Upon his compassed crest now stand on end;
His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
As from a furnace, vapours doth he send.
His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire,
Shows his hot courage and his high desire. – Venus and Adonis
Filed under: Blog & Literature/Theatre/Art
October 11th, 2015 → 5:54 am
“Mincing poetry.
‘Tis like the forced gate of a shuffling nag.” – Henry IV, Part I
Apparently the Oregon Shakespeare Festival has decided that Shakespeare is too difficult for most people. So they have decided to “translate” all of his plays and perform them in modern English. Can I barf now please? The little that has been leaked about these translations is so far awful. Why do we keep dumming down the world? Let’s maintain higher standards, please, and have faith in the ability of our fellow human beings to understand verse with just a little bit of effort.
Filed under: Blog & Literature/Theatre/Art
October 7th, 2015 → 5:25 am
“Here didst thou fall, and here thy hunters stand,
Signed in thy spoil and crimsoned in thy lethe.” – Julius Caesar
Lethe refers to the river of oblivion in the underworld. In classical Greek the word means oblivion, forgetfulness, or concealment. This comes up in the play just after the senators have murdered Caesar and are covered (“crimsoned”) in his blood.
What a great river to imagine: Lethe. I wish I could take a dip in the river Lethe every time I do a stupid thing, or a stupid thing is done to me. Whenever I can not sleep at night, fretting over something ultimately unimportant, I wish I could get up, sip from the river Lethe, and let it all slip away…
Filed under: Blog & Literature/Theatre/Art