It’s The (Sleazy) Summer of Love. . .

1 07 2009

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.




6 responses

1 07 2009
Crimson Wife

I always liked Sonnet 18: “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” 🙂

1 07 2009

Well that would’ve been appropriate!
Not just the summery start but the last part too, in which true love isn’t so hot and sleazy as summer! —

“So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

That’s pretty humanist though, you sure CW? 😉

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

1 07 2009
Crimson Wife

Isn’t Shakespeare supposed to have been a closet Catholic?

1 07 2009

Do tell, hadn’t heard that. 🙂

1 07 2009

I know T.S. Eliot was Catholic and his works are read that way. Isn’t that enough of a British literary coup for you people?? 😉

Back in 2006, I was looking to Eliot too:

“Humankind cannot bear very much reality.” – T.S. Eliot

. . .Here’s hoping this will be the year that enough of us prove to be Thinking Voters capable of appreciating Eliot’s complex truths rather than falling for childishly simplistic partisan pandering and name-calling.

6 07 2009

Today on NPR’s Terry Gross interviews was the recommendation for a marvelous-sounding BBC series of nine hours of newly released dvds, “Playing Shakespeare.” We ordered it and it will be here next week. Patrick Stewart, Dame Judi Dench, Ben Kingsley, can’t wait!

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