[PenultimateManStanding]

I start a thread about Shakespear and some doofus ambushes it and it's gone, not even transfered to the Hall Of Flames? That to be or not to be speach is one of the most profound speeches ever penned and it has profound implications to our time. I protest.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd

[TheTurtle]

It's temporarily hiding while we are doing troll control.

But since you have recreated the best of it in this thread, all you have to do now is tell us once again what's on your video agenda tonight and we can just let that other thread fade away.

[PenultimateManStanding]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('TheTurtle', 'I')t's temporarily hiding while we are doing troll control.

But since you repeated the best of in this thread, all you have to do now is tell us once again what's on your video agenda tonight and we can just let that other thread fade away.

[Anthrobus]

hello PMS,

i like these lines of Hamlet most ...

"O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams"

anyway, although i feel not even truly qualified to praise the author, i am bewildered what infinite worlds can unfold within gifted peoples minds and to what riches thought can ascend. This man was probably the greatest poet-writer ever.

once i saw a 4 hours performance of king Lear in the theater. It brutally ripped away the thin layer of civilisation and laid bare the raging madness that rules the world. Goodwill, justice, reason, all too little, too late, only bottomless desperation prevailed. No happy end.

Imho the poets are the true scientists of the human soul and maybe of the whole world. They should be listened to. The sonnett 64 is quite prophetic too, don't you think?

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state it self confounded to decay,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.


I know of some other authors who wrote crazy stuff that in the twilight of po suddenly seems not so nuts anymore. I would welcome a thread where we could dig out and accumulate some of these writers and their works.

[peaker_2005]

In the bands I listen to, I've found a few songs that eerily resonate with PO. Particularly these lyrics:

Black Cat

Is it any wonder
That you have fallen down on your knees
You better take cover
It's gonna spread around like a disease

Now you are goin' under
You got caught running from the scene
You better take cover
It's gonna take you down like a disease
Gonna make you suffer
Face up to your responsibilities
Is it any wonder
That you have fallen down on your knees


And there's a black cat waiting for the moment to strike
Crossing your path at the dead of midnight
A black cat waiting for the moment to strike
(Final Chorus)
Maybe next time you'd better think twice

I know you can't explain
Why you take more than you need
Looking for someone to blame
But you are blinded by what you see

The seeds that you've sown
Prove to be nothing more than weeds
And the life you've known
Won't be the same as it used to be
What you get isn't always what you see

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Some of the other songs on the album are called:

No Way Out
We Want More
Wake Up
Nothing Lasts Forever
State of Emergency
Into the Red

Kinda freaky, eh?

I just found it uncanny just how much this lines up with the current situation. I get the feeling that some in the music world suspect there's something wrong but can't put a finger on it.

Finally, in my sig below is something I've written myself. It's actually the close of a poem I've written, not the whole thing.

[Madpaddy]

[/b]From Easter 1916 WB Yeats[b]
Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

[PenultimateManStanding]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Madpaddy', '[')/b]From Easter 1916 WB Yeats[b]
Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

[Madpaddy]

Sorry, I went all parochial there. The extract is from a poem written by Yeats after the 1916 uprising against the British. The majority of Irish were against the uprising initially because so many of their countrymen were actually in the British army fighting in France. However the British general in Ireland, Maxwell made a grave mistake by executing the rebel leaders including Pearse, MacDonagh etc. Connolly was strapped to a chair and shot because he was too injured to stand. These harsh actions totally turned the tide of public opinion and the rest as they say is history.
Maxwell is known as the "man who lost Ireland".

Check out the recent film "The wind that shakes the Barley" for an insight into the times. (if you can be bothered that is).

[PenultimateManStanding]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Madpaddy', 'S')orry, I went all parochial there. The extract is from a poem written by Yeats after the 1916 uprising against the British. The majority of Irish were against the uprising initially because so many of their countrymen were actually in the British army fighting in France. However the British general in Ireland, Maxwell made a grave mistake by executing the rebel leaders including Pearse, MacDonagh etc. Connolly was strapped to a chair and shot because he was too injured to stand. These harsh actions totally turned the tide of public opinion and the rest as they say is history.
Maxwell is known as the "man who lost Ireland".

Check out the recent film "The wind that shakes the Barley" for an insight into the times. (if you can be bothered that is).

[smiley]

'Is be, or is be not, is be one big damn puzzler
Is you be bigger man for put up with
Clubs and bamboo pits of real damn bad luck
Or, is take blowpipes for fight herd of pigs
And is by use of snakebite, end they?'

The most touching performance of Hamlet.

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