@suspended ive got a copy of the tempest now but still only halfway thru against the day and I feel like I wanna finish it first...
shakespeare
Ey up, I did a little bit of acting in one of these films (bloody enjoyed it too as it happens) - showed it to me mam & dad, they loved it so maybe you will too.
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And full actual playlist of the videos here
The first one on romeo on juliet is pretty good, the acting a touch ott in places.
But I like this sort of approach, would be interested in seeing more like it/better examples.
@suspended no tempest unfortunately
Corpsey
bandz ahoy
Worth doing Audible's 30 day trial if you're not a member so you can pick this up for free:
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Shakespeare: The Complete Works
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don't forget the sonnets ..
130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
🔥
130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
🔥
Inverse Petrarch.
Corpsey
bandz ahoy
This is quite funny if I say so myself
jenks
thread death
It’s refugee week so I always share this with my classes. It’s from the Sir Thomas More, at this point in the play, More (who was then London’s Deputy Sheriff) is called upon to put down an anti-immigration riot in the Parish of St Martin Le Grand, that took place on 1st May 1517.
Grant them removed, and grant that this your noise
Hath chid down all the majesty of England;
Imagine that you see the wretched strangers,
Their babies at their backs and their poor luggage,
Plodding to the ports and coasts for transportation,
And that you sit as kings in your desires,
Authority quite silent by your brawl,
And you in ruff of your opinions clothed;
What had you got? I’ll tell you: you had taught
How insolence and strong hand should prevail,
How order should be quelled; and by this pattern
Not one of you should live an aged man,
For other ruffians, as their fancies wrought,
With self same hand, self reasons, and self right,
Would shark on you, and men like ravenous fishes
Would feed on one another….
Say now the king
Should so much come too short of your great trespass
As but to banish you, whither would you go?
What country, by the nature of your error,
Should give you harbour? go you to France or Flanders,
To any German province, to Spain or Portugal,
Nay, any where that not adheres to England,
Why, you must needs be strangers: would you be pleased
To find a nation of such barbarous temper,
That, breaking out in hideous violence,
Would not afford you an abode on earth,
Whet their detested knives against your throats,
Spurn you like dogs, and like as if that God
Owed not nor made not you, nor that the claimants
Were not all appropriate to your comforts,
But chartered unto them, what would you think
To be thus used? this is the strangers case;
And this your mountainish inhumanity.
Grant them removed, and grant that this your noise
Hath chid down all the majesty of England;
Imagine that you see the wretched strangers,
Their babies at their backs and their poor luggage,
Plodding to the ports and coasts for transportation,
And that you sit as kings in your desires,
Authority quite silent by your brawl,
And you in ruff of your opinions clothed;
What had you got? I’ll tell you: you had taught
How insolence and strong hand should prevail,
How order should be quelled; and by this pattern
Not one of you should live an aged man,
For other ruffians, as their fancies wrought,
With self same hand, self reasons, and self right,
Would shark on you, and men like ravenous fishes
Would feed on one another….
Say now the king
Should so much come too short of your great trespass
As but to banish you, whither would you go?
What country, by the nature of your error,
Should give you harbour? go you to France or Flanders,
To any German province, to Spain or Portugal,
Nay, any where that not adheres to England,
Why, you must needs be strangers: would you be pleased
To find a nation of such barbarous temper,
That, breaking out in hideous violence,
Would not afford you an abode on earth,
Whet their detested knives against your throats,
Spurn you like dogs, and like as if that God
Owed not nor made not you, nor that the claimants
Were not all appropriate to your comforts,
But chartered unto them, what would you think
To be thus used? this is the strangers case;
And this your mountainish inhumanity.
Benny Bunter
Well-known member
Been rereading the plays I read last year and found a pdf of Harold Bloom''s The Invention of the Human:
Read the intro and a few of the essays on plays I've read and they're excellent. Bloom just gets it when it comes to Shakespeare, he manages to express my own initial reactions to the characters so well - why we love them and relate to them or are disturbed by them. He's not so much shedding new light on Shakespeare as clarifying what we instinctively already think when we read him. Bardolatry of the best kind.
Read the intro and a few of the essays on plays I've read and they're excellent. Bloom just gets it when it comes to Shakespeare, he manages to express my own initial reactions to the characters so well - why we love them and relate to them or are disturbed by them. He's not so much shedding new light on Shakespeare as clarifying what we instinctively already think when we read him. Bardolatry of the best kind.
Benny Bunter
Well-known member
Having read more I have to revise that opinion a bit - it holds for his writing on as you like it, above all Rosalind, and some of the other more benign plays like midsummer night's dream, but he really goes off on one with Hamlet and Falstaff, almost to the point of tediousness, he just can't leave them alone and he goes round and round and round - fair enough I suppose cos they are probably the most complex characters, but it does get a bit too much. I'll see what he's got to say about Lear now. It's definitely a good book though.
Corpsey
bandz ahoy
Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies
In motion of no less celerity
Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning:
Play with your fancies, and in them behold
Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;
Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give
To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Breasting the lofty surge: O, do but think
You stand upon the ravage and behold
A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow:
Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy,
And leave your England, as dead midnight still,
Guarded with grandsires, babies and old women,
Either past or not arrived to pith and puissance;
For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
With one appearing hair, that will not follow
These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege;
Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppose the ambassador from the French comes back;
Tells Harry that the king doth offer him
Katharine his daughter, and with her, to dowry,
Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner
With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
[Alarum, and chambers go off]
And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind.
In motion of no less celerity
Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning:
Play with your fancies, and in them behold
Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;
Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give
To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Breasting the lofty surge: O, do but think
You stand upon the ravage and behold
A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow:
Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy,
And leave your England, as dead midnight still,
Guarded with grandsires, babies and old women,
Either past or not arrived to pith and puissance;
For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
With one appearing hair, that will not follow
These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege;
Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppose the ambassador from the French comes back;
Tells Harry that the king doth offer him
Katharine his daughter, and with her, to dowry,
Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner
With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
[Alarum, and chambers go off]
And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind.
jenks
thread death
I think the Chorus is done so well in HV - basically saying ‘I’m going to make you use your imagination and I’m good enough to get you to imagine what needs to be imagined’ It’s also really good at compressing the plot to keep the action moving. He had a Chorus in HIV ii but I don’t think that has the same dramatic effect as in HV. This Chorus wants to get a grand, epic sweep of History bending to Harry’s will - the last great hero, whereas in the previous play it’s all a bit more grubby.
Corpsey
bandz ahoy
I opened a book of the Histories more or less at random and alighted on that. Full of stuff I love.
"behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Breasting the lofty surge: O, do but think
You stand upon the ravage and behold
A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow:
Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy..."
"behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Breasting the lofty surge: O, do but think
You stand upon the ravage and behold
A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow:
Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy..."
Corpsey
bandz ahoy
Great name for a poetry collection
Also the tempest must resonate even more now you're a seafarer
Benny Bunter
Well-known member
Only bit of Shakespeare I've managed to memorise, comes in handy to ward off evil spirits.
Swithold footed thrice the wold
Met with with Nightmare and her nine foal
Bid her alight and her troth plight
And aroint thee witch, aroint thee
Swithold footed thrice the wold
Met with with Nightmare and her nine foal
Bid her alight and her troth plight
And aroint thee witch, aroint thee
Corpsey
bandz ahoy
Been reading Henry V as a bit of fun inbetween Ulysses. (Sidebar: I think Ulysses given me brain gains—reading Shakespeare is comparatively a piece of piss.)
The prologue is, ofc, unfuckwittable
The tone seems very jingoistic, what with the King talked up as a demigod and deciding he deserves France so he'll take it, and blaming the French nobs for forcing him into it somehow, so that the blood and weeping widows is on their hands, not his — but then you've got the first scene in which the two bishops talk about how they don't want to hand over a load of swag to the state so they'll offer Henry a gift to support an invasion of France, which suggests he's been gulled into waging war AND you've got Bardolph, Nym (hilarious character) and Pistol with their usual cynicism taking the air out of the 'High' motives of battle.
The prologue is, ofc, unfuckwittable
The tone seems very jingoistic, what with the King talked up as a demigod and deciding he deserves France so he'll take it, and blaming the French nobs for forcing him into it somehow, so that the blood and weeping widows is on their hands, not his — but then you've got the first scene in which the two bishops talk about how they don't want to hand over a load of swag to the state so they'll offer Henry a gift to support an invasion of France, which suggests he's been gulled into waging war AND you've got Bardolph, Nym (hilarious character) and Pistol with their usual cynicism taking the air out of the 'High' motives of battle.