14 posts tagged “shakespeare”

Talk about coincidences.

As I've probably said before, I'm at LSUS getting a teaching certificate for high school English. Tonight I have to summarize a journal article. Blah. So here I am reading the article - it's called "Selling Shakespeare," and it's about whether or not high schoolers can really enjoy Shakespeare (I did). The author is talking about how he was reminded of how much he likes Shakespeare by a quote from Richard II, one of my very favorite plays. Here's the quote:

Of comfort no man speak.
Let's talk of graves, of worms, of epitaphs,
Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
Let's choose executors and talk of wills.
And yet not so - for what can we bequeath
Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
...
For God's sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
3.2.144-150, 155-156

So here's where it gets creepy. I hadn't read Richard II (or any Shakespeare play for that matter) since I got my English degree in 2003. By that point, I was completely burnt out on him since I'd spent four years doing almost nothing else. I don't remember any plot specifics, let alone this quote, and I *love* those last two lines. So I decided to look it up. I went over to my bookcase and grabbed the Arden edition. I was flipping through it on my way back to the desk to see what markings I had in it when I found an old flash card from a Greek lit class I'd taken (Hephaestus: god of jewelers and crafts) marking a page. What page was it, you ask? The one with Act III, scene ii, lines 144-150 and so on. Interesting.

Is this a sign? Maybe I should read some Shakespeare...

Show us symmetry.

What's the best way to get on your good side?
Submitted by Manon-It-All.

Compliment my kitty. :)

Show us your pet making mischief.
Inspired by cattymcattums.

So Shakespeare and I are in Shreveport. Fun. He's happy with himself - he's been reunited with his uncle Charles, who he loves very much.

I'm looking for an apartment. I don't want to stay with my mom for a second longer than I absolutely have to. Here's a map of the places I'm looking at:

If you can't see it, here's a link.

NOLA-dishu stated it best in quoting an old poem:

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright.
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
And, somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout,

but there is no joy in Mudville --
mighty Casey has struck out.

There's always next year. It was good while it lasted.

It snowed last night, and I thought this morning was the opportune time to take Shakespeare outside for his first snow experience.  He didn't like it very much.

A little while ago, I walked into the living room and witnessed this:

What shocking behavior! Rest assured that as soon as they were separated, each kitty received a stern talking-to on the matter of inappropriate activities between siblings. *Some* might say that Shakespeare is solely responsible for this abomination, but they were in this position for a minute or two, so Sonia couldn't have been all that insulted!