Busy

I'm writing (or writhing) another paper.

Be back soonish.

Saturday Shakespeare

Fie, how impatience loureth in your face!

The Comedy of Errors 2.1.86

From They Call Me Naughty Lola

Virtually complete male, 63, seeks woman with spares and shed...

Just read

This book is quite a relief after the two textbooks I just read.

Excerpts may follow.

Listening to

Laura Veirs's new release is similar to her last one, The Year of Meteors, but perhaps not as strong. Nonetheless, it is an enjoyable recording, and I'm glad I bought it. It has the same emphasis on nature (especially the sea) as Meteors. In both recordings, Veirs combines nature imagery with an intense interior life, producing ethereal and surreal songs not for listeners afraid to explore their own inner seas.

Here's an interview.

Saturday Shakespeare

Either thou art the most ignorant by age
Or thou wert born a fool.

The Winter's Tale 1.1.173-174

Just read

Strange though it may seem, this was a pretty interesting book. It was one of the texts for a class I just finished. It was particularly helpful when I performed my own study.

Saturday Shakespeare

O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise.

Hamlet Prince of Denmark 3.2.8-12

I'm family friendly

Yonked from Julie Carter

Listening to

Interesting both historically and musically. Plus, it has a lute.

Pardon me while I limber my lute.

Happy Independence Day

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows word-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

--Emma Lazarus

Quote

"Poetry... shows with a sudden intense clarity what is already there."
--Helen Bevington