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Saturday, January 20. 2007
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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No comments? It's only about the redemptive power of love. Is it about God, or a "sweet and twenty" gal?
It's not about God. but it is wonderful. Even tho I can't think of anyone I would send it to...Personally, locked in the 13th century as I am, true love is all about anticipation, not retrospective maundering...
Look it's ok, but it doesn't mention a car chase or ho's or baby got back..nuth'in real dude. It should be like this.
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I bling bling nad pimped my ride
I all alone beweep my outcast state
So I air shocked da ride so she shake like a snake
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
An da booty I love gets a big exercise.....now you hip to whats be?
I didn't wish to comment b/c most critics agree that this lovely sonnet isn't about God or a "sweet and twenty" gal, but about the redemptive remembrance of a friendship or love with a certain Fair Youth, as in boy...!
(I'm just the messenger, so don't shoot :))
See Fair Youth and sonnets 1 - 126:
I, myself, prefer to think of these sonnets as universal expressions of love, lust, cheekiness and loveliness.
Anonymous, like you I see these sonnets as "universal expressions".
As for the critics you cite, I hope that some day, when I am pushing up the daisies, twits with axes to grind don't say that all my love letters and poems were written to a girl! It is so tedious pondering the obsession with the idea that a man can only love a boy! One would hope that we have progressed from the Greeks...Call me narrow-minded, call me dull, but it seems to me that grownups should only make love to grownups. When they don't, it is rightly prosecuted as a crime.
Not to mention, what inadequate man can only love someone way younger than themself? Could it be that it is more about power and influence than l'amour??
Yes, x/x, points taken, but I don't think the critics are excessively reading homosexuality into Will's sonnets, just providing historical context regarding the probable object of his writings (later sonnets it was the Dark Lady). Love for the Fair Youth could easily have been platonic- we all have same-gender best friends and value them, (although at least one sonnet seems to bemoan the fact he ain't a she.) But, so what, yes?
I think we get all twisted up over seeing writers as twisted up, when they would tell us, if they could, to just get over it! PC overwrites of lit and history are, indeed, noxious and ill-serving, but avoidance of a truthful context or fact is also a re-write of original intent or inspiration.
To most of us, the appeal of great art lies in how its truth and beauty transcend any real particulars and can be applied to all of us, all of the time, in different places and mindsets. Great writers and artists make this happen, no matter the specific context of their original work. Seems sometimes they're aware of achieving some kind of universality, and other times not, just going about their projects with a complex intuition or genius subconsciousness.
About those older men- may some of the best of them appreciate women over 40! Agreed?
I fear I often sound cranky about these things, just don't get out much these days (ie: have the chance to discuss 'em). The son and heir blasting "World of Warcraft" on the computer in the background, me sitting for a minute after six hours of heavy duty house and garden chores.
Have happily discovered that on my new Blackberry pearl w unlimited internet for 19.99 a month (purchase rationalized to do tedious estate business with overseas lawyers when I am at work and do not want to use the monitored internet connection there) I can read a gazillion fabulous poems and novels for free from sites like The LIterature Project, Project Gutenberg, etc. You can read a bible online from one of the wap sites like IBS for free. Click a button and temporarily escape my endless spreadsheets. Yesterday, reading "The Age of Innocence" and the poetry of John Donne every spare second I could grab. You can magnify the type and it is so portable, you can read walking around the track or waiting in the car for a kid or falling asleep in bed or walking down the corridor taking some dreary document to some dreary colleague....
Such a cliche, but the power of words to conjure up a different world! I thank God daily for authors and artists with talent who redeem this mundane daily tramp of ours...
Good for you, x/x, for reading constantly! Hope you're also writing religiously, too :), given your talent for idea and image.
Strikes me a little funny how our generation is discovering the marvels of high tech when some of our kids are going back to books. Mine is good friends with a sweet, elderly proprietor of an antique books store around the corner from her place in NYC. She loves the musty smell of his place and he gifts her, in return, with wonderful first editions and his erudition. This is his small way of passing on hands-on love of lit to the youngsters, I suppose. What a lovely man and heart.
The Internets are for today.
The books are for forever.
Both are good.
The thing I love about the internet stuff is that it's easier to find a specific book or a passage quickly. Trying to find some poetry in the playroom today and completely flummoxed by husband having double shelved all my poetry, theology, psychology, anthropoklogy, French and English novels, etc. to make space for his business and photography collection. Once the real books get messed up, it is near impossible to find one you just have to have. Of course, I like to gloat over my hoard, like a dragon on their pile of treasure.
One problem for me, as I need stronger and stronger reading glasses, is that my favorite editions of various books become more and more tiring to read. Hence my infatuation with electronic media!
My kids, like anonymous', love their real books, spend a fortune on them, and their favorite Christmas presents are the Folio society editions their doting daddy buys them of special favorites. They are surrounded by leather bound inherited first editions of same in varying stages of preservation and decay here, so they critique bindings and paper and type face, but they do cherish their books.
Your posts are thought provoking and add greatly to the site. I wouldn't give a second thought to your seld decribed
crankiness. If it is there it is hard to detect. Just continue to count your many blessings and never forget that this medium is perfect for expression without ever having to be in the presence of those who might disagree.
In fact one could allow all twenty or thirty lighter-than-air personalities to bloom and fear not the doctors net!
So just keep on writt'n and don't ingnore those other personalities, they need to express themselves too.
At least that's what I'm told ... by all the others.
On yes before I forget..Happy Birthday.
Habu, you are too kind, thanks. I was raised by a daddy who never ceased to lament that I was like him in all respects but the most crucial one, being born a mere female. He used to howl that his son was a complete disappointment, but he could not just settle for the fact that certain of the family talents and drives had been "wasted" on a female. I received much paternal advice on the importance of deferring to males, never arguing, etc. and this made me a tad cranky. The feminine virtues most often preached to me were those of submissiveness and agreeableness.. When, of course, reading and studying and arguing and debating and writing were life's blood to me.
I was reminded of this while watching our new kitten this week. She is a bundle of ginger fluff, all affection one second with needle sharp claws slashing one the next, tearing about the room, then falling asleep exhausted in one's arms. This week I began opining pompously to the children "I've raised many cats, and I think this is not a female. It acts too male. It is too aggressive, too athletic, it doesn't submit to the older female cat. It doesn't seem female." Of course, this was nonsense, only made possible by the difficulty of sexing very young kittens. It just reminded me how chauvinist one can be without realizing. The point to this is that, to this day, even in middle age, I frequently worry that I come across as a bitch or a man-hater if I am even moderately assertive...I do envy you guys that declaring yourselves and standing up for what you believe is something you have been encouraged to do all your lives....
In any case, you made me realize that it's time for me to dust off and give some exercise to some of those other personalities...
I second habu--I don't think people mind crankiness (your word). In fact, crankiness makes for very truthy reading--always in short supply in a superficial world. If a reader is not in the mood for it at a given moment, a reader can skip to another comment. Or skip to m'Lou my darlin'.
I unsecond my second studiously overlooked compliment to habu, given even after previous insults from him to me most of which I overlooked.
The best to you, guys! Even the one I most admire thinks I write stupid things elsewhere- am going to retire to lesser ambition and more gracious men. May some of them still be so back home.