I promised yesterday I would deliver
some more appertinent verses on the subject
which swallows all my waking hours: Shakespeare.
Alas, upon the reaching of fifteen,
(the number of the plays that I have read)
I have the slightest mental indigestion
for iambically arrangéd pentameters.
However I find my fluency is improved
in words that now are lexically dead
like "eke" and "ere" and "an" (not as an article
but rather something meaning like an "if")
But as for "honorificabilitudinitatibus",
found in Act Five of old
Love's Labour's Lost("the state of being able to achieve honours"
according to the venerable Wikipedia)
the gastric juices of my brain are weak,
and rather disinterested by the verbal challenge.
(For those who find such geekish sesquipedalia
of more than just a squeamish passing interest,
be known to you that words such as this one
which pop up only once in written record
are
"hapax legomenon" sometimes hight.)
Particularly so far I hath enjoyed
The
Comedy of Errors for the best,
but as for Shakespeare's ninth,
Love's Labours Lost,
the plot is tedious, though the relentless quibbling
be very clever, it is not redeemed.
Also I felt the sixth play,
Titus Andronicus,
was lacking the poetical elan
that usually we associate with Shakespeare
but as for the frequency of bloody outrage,
murder, rapine, pillage and alike
there can be few theatrical creations
providing of such blood-and-gorish value.
Thus will I bring this posting to an end
and hope that everyone fares well in health.
In parting, may I suggest that for a reading
upon the Voice O'er Internet Protocol
we choose a play with which most are familiar
like
Hamlet, King Lear or the Scottish play,
and after choosing, we should pick a date,
that best enables our mutual convenience.
Hoping that Shakespeare has you much in thrall
as I, I send best wishes to you all.