Thursday, April 26, 2007

shakespeare rolls up to the fish one day -

dear jennsee,

not sure, why but this seems to be playing through my mind of late. ah romeo and juliet - irritating huh? i suppose it was either this or puck's closing speach in midsummer night's but we can wait for that. (should have been King Lear, but you know, i'd never pick the right speach...)

O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider's web,
The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not so big as a round little worm
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
Then dreams, he of another benefice:
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night,
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:
This is she--

not to worry, queen mab ain't got nothin' on our girl jenn!


more to come:

10 little fish:

Anonymous Anonymous swam up to say...

Welcome back my little fishie. Nice surprise to see a post. I like it. Went on Carl V's blog. Jenn fingers would've been flying on that one with all kinds of comments. Cyn

10:46 AM  
Blogger Lorena swam up to say...

hope you are doing well.

always deeply touched when reading your letters to your friend.

10:51 PM  
Blogger Carl V. swam up to say...

So good to pop over here and see something stirs things up emotionally, but that is a good thing in my opinion. Remembrance and celebration of a life, though brief, that was filled with just!

I look forward to hearing more about the scholarship fund.

8:48 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous swam up to say...

Mysfit, just caught the midsummers night reference,how appropiate.

12:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous swam up to say...

just caught the spelling error, how stupid. cyn

11:25 PM  
Blogger monkey 0 swam up to say...

I love R.'s response...

"Peace, Mercutio, peace -- Thou talkst of nothing."

The whole scene gives me chills. In an extremely lit-nerd-y way.

2:52 AM  
Blogger oldben swam up to say...

::dusts off blogger::

well, i think i may just get back to this blogging thing. nice to see that mysfit's had the same idea, albeit a month earlier than me.....

4:45 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous swam up to say...

Welcome back Oldben. Love all my little fishies. Other Mom

10:07 AM  
Blogger Carl V. swam up to say...

Good morning, fellow fishes. I am thinking about you and saying prayers for you on this painful anniversary day. Please know that you are all loved very dearly.

8:45 AM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

i suppose i should have referenced this speech just in case - this is a lesser known monologue in romeo and juliet; spoken by romeo's friend and is one of my all-time favorites

you know oldben, it's harder than it seems - i keep trying and will until i figure out just where the fish is going and then i will follow it

monkey, it's good to "see" you, i get chills with this monologue everytime - do you remember this speech in baz luhrmann's version - strikeing

5:15 PM  

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