Sunday, December 17, 2017
I will not yield
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane
And thou opposed being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body,
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damned be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'
Shakespeare's Macbeth, 5.8.3334
Macbeth's final lines, though not his final appearance in the play . . . .
Saturday, December 16, 2017
"Resolve me of all ambiguities."
--Marlowe's "Dr. Faustus"
--a line I had pinned to my bedroom door, so that I would see it each day upon waking and exiting, in undergraduate days.
Friday, December 15, 2017
Saturday, December 9, 2017
The Old Fox Deceiv'd.
Classic English mystery penned by American writer:
still counts, still delivers the goods.
Richard Jury, Melrose Plant, Wiggins--
A cast I find so much fun.
A bird comes to the window. It's a mistake
to think of them
as birds, they are so often
messengers. That is why, once they
plummet to the sill, they sit
so perfectly still, to mock
patience, lifting their heads to sing
poor lady, poor lady, their three-note
warning, later flying
like a dark cloud from the sill to the olive grove.
But who would send such a weightless being
to judge my life? My thoughts are deep
and my memory long; why would I envy such freedom
when I have humanity? Those
with the smallest hearts
have the greatest freedom.