in public, but not at my house. We get classic poetry and true love! Young Son is doing 80 hours of summer camp with an FSU professor at the local alternative arts high school, called the Summer of Shakespeare.
For the month he turns 14, same age as Romeo I think, I say this is worlds more worthy “public education” than the sex, lies and self-justifying bible verse of public celebrities and politicians pimping our their life philosophies this year, most of whom seem like they could learn a lot from expanding their own reading to the power of other stories besides the few petards they’re hoist upon.
So in Young Son’s honor (not Sanford’s or Ensign’s or Edward’s, not Spitzer’s or Jackson’s or any of the Palin clan’s, not A-Rod’s or, oh, you get the idea) I hereby choose one of the Bard’s better known love sonnets for today’s snookery:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.