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To Be Or Not To Be…evil
This weeks FF asks an interesting question, one I had to pause and think over for a whole night. I opened this new post up and was about to write down “Mrs. Coulter” as my answer when out of the blue the real answer hit me between the eyes.
Q. Have you ever wanted a villain to win at the end of a story? If so, which one??
Well my top two are: Shylock and Lady Macbeth. I know right? First of all, I will always remember the awe in which I read every word that came from the great Lady. She was strong, smart, she knew what she wanted and she took it. If her husband hadn’t been such a bumbling moron she may have gotten all she wanted! And Shylock, I don’t know, I always thought he was sort of the underdog. He was a Jew in Italy for crying out loud. The Christians had it out for him in his mind, and he was just trying to get by… sort-of.
So that’s it. Now I’m thinking I should really read more Shakespeare this year, despite my earlier intentions of canning him till the end of this NYR list. Ah conundrums eh? You know by definition, conundrum implies there is a solution? Ya, I’m smart like that.
Moi xoxo
[Now I have to clean my whole house...out out damn spot!]
(not so) Famous Last Words
So I’ve finally tried out Polldaddy, meh it’s okay. But I did compile a super fun buffy vs. shakespeare “last words” quiz. Check it out! Have a great rest of your day.
Moi xoxo
Fear Not
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;–then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.John Keats
I spoke a while ago, here, on a poem I had been un-hurridly looking for. Well, I found it. I had been idly procrastinating and surfing this super cool website called “The Word Made Flesh“. It’s a website all on literary tattoos; one jumped out at me.
Her information said it was from a Keats’ poem. I started googling. Presto Bingo! This is one of my very favorite poems; one that has haunted me for a while. Oh and here’s one from Shakespeare that I think is lovely.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end,
Each changing place with that which goes before
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith, being crowned,
Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight
And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of natures truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow;
And yet, to times, in hope, my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Shakespeare
