I started off this morning writing about Kennedy, but it was too easy. I'll save it for a better time.
I've been thinking about Hamlet of late. I am no Shakespeare scholar, so my thoughts are pretty naive, but they are pure. To be or not to be. To act or not to act. To take arms against fate or to suffer. I'm beginning to be of a mind that Shakespeare thought Hamlet's thinking trivial nonsense. All fates lie in the same direction. Where critics take Hamlet's wonderings seriously, I don't think Shakespeare did. Hamlet gave birth to Vladamir and Estragon. I'm finding it more and more difficult to find a likable character in a Shakespeare play. Maybe it is not the language that gives students so much trouble with his plays after all.
I'd have done better writing about Kennedy.
Or Tupac.
I'd have done better writing about Kennedy.
Or Tupac.
But enough of this. I must go face the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Or something.
Rosalind?
ReplyDeleteI was going to expand on hamlet, but,,,whatever.
ReplyDeleteI was talking with A(whom is moving:(
that I was going to change my voice mail message to "whatever" cause that's the way I'm feeling, and too see this post this morning made me smile. thanks :)
Give us the Tupac story :)
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to take arms against fate or suffer? That's a good question...maybe along the lines of where my mind has been going lately...I'll think on that...later, after a drink, or two! ;)
ReplyDeleteI told you I was no Shakespeare scholar. As bad as the source is, I like this.
ReplyDeleteScholars have long disagreed about the merits of the play. Critics from Samuel Johnson to George Bernard Shaw have complained that As You Like It is lacking in the high artistry of which Shakespeare was capable. Shaw liked to think that Shakespeare wrote the play as a mere crowdpleaser, and signalled his own middling opinion of the work by calling it As You Like It — as if the playwright did not agree. Tolstoy objected to the immorality of the characters, and Touchstone's constant clowning. Other critics have found great literary value in the work. Harold Bloom has written that Rosalind is among Shakespeare's greatest and most fully realized female characters. Despite critical disputes, the play remains one of Shakespeare's most frequently performed comedies.
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ReplyDeleteThis from a friend.
"I assume this is the Tupac you have in mind:
TUPAC INCA YUPANQUI (too-pak-ing-kah-yoo-pang'-ke), eleventh inca of Peru, born in Cuzco about 1420; died there in 1483. He was a son of the inca Yupanqui and Mama Chimpu Ocllo, and succeeded his father on the throne in 1453, beginning his reign by visiting the different provinces of his empire, in which undertaking he spent four years. After gathering an army of more than 40,000 men at Cajamarea, he conquered the territories of Moyabamba, Chachapoyas, Ayabaca, and Huancabamba, and, on his return to Cuzco, completed the construction of the famous fortress of Sacsahuana, which had been begun under the reign of his father. Some years afterward he marched again to the conquest of the northern tribes and subjugated Huanuco and the Cafiari territory. In his old age he sent another army northward, but remained in Cuzco, giving the command to his eldest son, Huayna Capac, who conquered Quito and Pasto, and by whom he was succeeded."
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ReplyDeleteI've taken those sort of arms against the slings and arrows of fate, too! In fact, last night. . . .
A poem by someone I know.
ReplyDeleteRosalind
shall I read
now that twilight
has stolen up on the platform
stilling the flowers
stealing the gold that crept the length of the towers?
who shall I read?
a mystery will not quell my disquiet,
every one in history has died.
I am not so bold as to disturb
their slumber,
Shall I listen to the katydids and crickets?
Surely there is no evil in that symphony,
no wayward words
that have only the ring of truth
modulated by eyes
that shift back and forth
like butterflies catching at sunbeams
and shadows.
Shall I drift into sleep?
In each estuary I see you slowly undressing,
while the river makes small noises
as it drifts around the bent twigs
and falling leaves
until I am weary of the half I do not have.
an unquiet salve, that.
the murmur of voices threatening;
an isolated laugh.
Before the petals disperse,
much must be explained in Arden Forest,
before the last gasp of the light
the shadows die
and the owls ask questions of the night.
Malignant wights singing
in my head
drowning the easy words
with cruel fingers,
no, not sleep.
A game of Solitaire
where the meaning of victory
isn’t very clear. I shall watch the kittens play.
Perhaps later I’ll write a poem about fear.
well I was thinking of the rapper :)
ReplyDeleteBut, now I'm more smarter than I was yesterday on the inca Tupac:)
From Tupac Shakur
"Since we all came from a women, got our name from a women, and our game from a women. I wonder why we take from women, why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think its time we killed for our women, be real to our women, try to heal our women, cus if we dont we'll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies, who make the babies. And since a man can't make one he has no right to tell a women when and where to create one."
one love,
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