Monday, February 07, 2005
Agon
"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar.
The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men--
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried,
Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse:
was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me." -- Antony, Julius Caesar Act 3, Scene 2
So I was just contemplating the etymology of "adumbrate" this morning. It couldn't be too coincidental, could it? In "Epilogue", my poem did sing that very dreadful line and it has become a fatal fatalistic foofaraw tonight. Just because Ido did love all of you so, I let my lachrymal glands loose to an iota of mouribound sadness.
(That sounded bad and loaded with too much obfuscating vocabulary. I just fucking cried, alright?)
My Scherzo's been played. I lost you. And all of you. Cap-a-pie. I am done and I am certainly very upset. I am because I bloody well can't seem to put it across in an anymore depressing manner. Because all of you do mean something to me. Maybe I shouldn't have emotionally allow myself be entangled with all of you. However...that was a maybe. Maybe it was just a joke. An Old Italian Joke.
cuRRent...jer
In a painful a cappella dissonance.
¶ 1:10 am
"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar.
The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men--
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried,
Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse:
was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me." -- Antony, Julius Caesar Act 3, Scene 2
So I was just contemplating the etymology of "adumbrate" this morning. It couldn't be too coincidental, could it? In "Epilogue", my poem did sing that very dreadful line and it has become a fatal fatalistic foofaraw tonight. Just because I
(That sounded bad and loaded with too much obfuscating vocabulary. I just fucking cried, alright?)
My Scherzo's been played. I lost you. And all of you. Cap-a-pie. I am done and I am certainly very upset. I am because I bloody well can't seem to put it across in an anymore depressing manner. Because all of you do mean something to me. Maybe I shouldn't have emotionally allow myself be entangled with all of you. However...that was a maybe. Maybe it was just a joke. An Old Italian Joke.
cuRRent...jer
In a painful a cappella dissonance.
¶ 1:10 am
