Tuesday, December 8, 2009
"Who else would soar above the view of men..."
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Shakespeare Now!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Not a Poem guy
My next NoFear purchases:
- Julius Caesar
- Othello
- Merchant of Venice (though I'm rewatching the movie)
Hath not a Jew dimensions?!
I loved Al Pacino's rendition of Shylock; made me almost think of him as the 'hero' of the play. A top-quality scene of course was the one with the dark bluish background, where he was screaming:
Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs,
dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with
the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject
to the same diseases, healed by the same means,
warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as
a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?
if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison
us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not
revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will
resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,
what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian
wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by
Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you
teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I
will better the instruction.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Titania's Inconvenient (but very articulate) Truth
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents:
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable:
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which:
Friday, August 28, 2009
To Be or Not to Be
Seriously, why isn't Shakespeare used more often in Malaysian speeches and formal communication?
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Shakespeare on political darkness?
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Beginner's Resources
- A parallel text (e.g. No Fear Shakespeare)
- CliffNotes - love the explanations at the end of each scene and the exercises at the back
- Cambridge School - great pics and lots of ideas if you're planning a performance
- Arden Shakespeare - good scholastic introductions
- A contemporary movie! To get the full passionate flavour out!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Prospero's Farewell
My interest in Tempest was peaked when an ex-colleague gave me a hard-copy of Prospero's 'farewell' in Act V:
Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Sandwiches
E.g. today I wanted to tell a group of colleagues that there're plenty leftover from the tea break. This is what I wrote: "As I write, there is a huge plate of sandwiches left unvisited..."
That last word was inspired by Hamlet's, "winds of heaven visit her face too gently."
What other word could be used?
Friday, March 27, 2009
Fav lines
"I love you...more than eyesight and liberty" (King Lear)
"Then let our lips do what our palms something-something" (Romeo & Juliet)
"I have thee not but I see thee still..." (MacBeth)
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Gilbert and Shakespeare
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
What's Needed in Commentaries: Emotion!
I doubt I'm the only one who's looked at pages and pages of script and felt they were lifeless - until I read it like I was the character. (E.g. try watching Ian McKellen as MacBeth, then read the Banquet scene again)
This is why I need to watch the movies to get the emotional gist of the play prior to reading the original text.
Friday, March 20, 2009
To Buy or Not To Buy
Whether it's nobler in mind to :
1. read CliffNotes No Fear Shakespeare online (save cost, but tough on the eyes and impractical for travel), or
2. buy the SGD11 books (most practical, should sput greater interest and speed up reading, but it costs money), or
3. buy other parallel translation books (better than option 2as there's more variety, but costs higher)
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Hendiadys
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Lear's Fool
Have more than thou showest,Speak less than thou knowest,
Lend less than thou owest,
Ride more than thou goest,
Learn more than thou trowest,
Set less than thou throwest,
Leave thy drink and thy whore
And keep in-a-door,
And thou shalt have more
Than two tens to a score.
"Fool" (by Christopher Moore)
Difficult!
I had thought by making this well known unto you
To have found a safe redress, but now grow fearful
By what yourself too late have spoke and done
That you protect this course and put it on
By your allowance—which if you should, the fault
195 Would not 'scape censure, nor the redresses sleep
Which in the tender of a wholesome weal
Might in their working do you that offense,
Which else were shame, that then necessity
Will call discreet proceeding. (King Lear, Act I, Sc.iv)
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
McKellen as MacBeth
Self-Made Folly Blamed on Non-Selves
Edmund is clearly no fan of any theology unduly emphasizing the "potter's hands" !This is the excellent foppery of the world that when we are sick in fortune—often the surfeit of our own behavior—we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars, as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting-on. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
King Lear, Act I, Sc.ii
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Venting clamor from the throat of Kent the Prophet
Upon thy foul disease....
Or whilst I can vent clamor from my throat,
I'll tell thee thou dost evil."
(King Lear, Act I, Sc.i)
Why Shakespeare?
2. My writing needs life, flavour, colour. As someone who blogs (and talks) often, I find myself repeating the same phrases, almost as if my mind can think no other (despite 'thought being free', Twelfth Night, Act 1, Sc.iii)
3. The New Testament epistle of Phillipians admonishes to constantly keep in mind that which is pure, lovely, etc. (Phil 4:8). Shakespearean prose is exactly this.
4. The verses give you new linguistic vehicles to perceive the world, new models by which to live/enjoy life
More than Eyesight, Space and Liberty
Sir, I do love you more than words can wield the matter,
Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty,
Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare,
No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor,
As much as child e'er loved or father found—
A love that makes breath poor and speech unable.
Beyond all manner of so much I love you.King Lear, Act I, Sc.i
Black and Deep Desires
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see."
MacBeth, Act I, Sc.iv
Are sinister political parties thinking this?
Tears
And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine..."
The Twelfth Night, Act I, Scene i
How Do I Read?
2. What's disturbing about the passage? What's breath-taking about it?
3. How would the verse(s) apply to:
- Malaysia (politics, culture, etc.)
- Christianity
- Teaching/Learning
- Business / Marketing
4. What do I find out about myself?
Shakespeare Well Done

"And This Gives Life to Thee..."

Shall I compare you to a summer's day? (this sets the theme of the poem, or at least I think it does...)Thou art more lovely and more temperate (the poem in some kind of summary: "you" the beloved are more wonderful than summer - what follows are the 'failings' of even such an incredible thing as summer):Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, (flowers fall?)And summer's lease hath all too short a date: (summer ends too soon?)Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, (tropical people should know)And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; (British weather?)And every fair from fair sometime declines, (not sure if the 'fair' here refers to summer, or is it physical beauty in general? What I am sure of is that this is a super phrase: "Fair from fair"? Oww!)By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;But thy eternal summer shall not fade (ahh, so the 'summer' which is/(of) the beloved lasts like for-ever)Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; (as does her beauty...)Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou growest: (the beloved's beauty and stature increases over time?)So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this and this gives life to thee. (ever-lasting and ever-enriching life of/for the beloved? I'm blown away - seriously.)
Polonius' Homily

Give thy thoughts no tongue,Nor any unproportioned thought his act.Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;But do not dull thy palm with entertainmentOf each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. BewareOf entrance to a quarrel, but being in,Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;For the apparel oft proclaims the man,And they in France of the best rank and stationAre of a most select and generous chief in that.Neither a borrower nor a lender be;For loan oft loses both itself and friend,And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.This above all: to thine ownself be true,And it must follow, as the night the day,Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Hooked on Hamlet
Lorenzo on Song, Portia on Shylock

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!Here will we sit and let the sounds of musicCreep in our ears: soft stillness and the nightBecome the touches of sweet harmony.Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heavenIs thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'stBut in his motion like an angel sings,Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;Such harmony is in immortal souls;But whilst this muddy vesture of decayDoth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
This bond doth give thee here no jot of bloodThe words expressly are "a pound of flesh"Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh;But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shedOne drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goodsAre, by the laws of Venice, confiscateUnto the state of Venice.