Posts Tagged ‘William Shakespeare’

Day 237 – Upside Down Through A Wine Glass

Crappy camera phone comes to the rescue again! Today was AFL Grand Final day, a day I usually spend wishing I was in Melbourne. I liked today though, up at 9am watching the build up on my own in the house and practically running down to the shop for breakie so I wouldn’t miss too much of the coverage! Then over to my friends house for a quiet relaxed viewing of the game. You don’t always need the confirmation the vast majority of your peers to know something is great, just your own excitement. Except the match was crap and ended without a result! Ah well!

Quote of the day: “For there is nothing either good or bad, thinking makes it so.” – William Shakespeare


Day 163 – Thought One Hundred and Sixty-Three

This picture is in keeping with my suspicious theme. Like in the tv shows, so much happens in car parks. Obviously the effects of last night’s suspicious people hasn’t still worn off!

Now for today I’m struggling to make any meaning of my picture, or even to comment on anything interesting that’s in the news. I even tried to put in sonnet 163 from Shakespeare but it turns out he didn’t have 163 of them. A quick google check revealed that nothing much exciting ever happened on this day, nor was anyone particularly famous born or deceased, but I’m sure for some people July 13th is a massive occasion. For me though I suppose there has to be days like this so the memorable ones remain memorable. Therefore it’s kind of important in its own right!

Here’s a memorable quote for an unmemorable day:

“People, I just want to say, you know, can we all get along?” – Rodney King, May 1, 1992, after the acquittal of Los Angeles police in his beating trial sparked widespread rioting.

Day 136 – Speak the Speech

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to
you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many
of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my
lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand,
thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest,
and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must
acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious
periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags,
to split the ears of the groundlings, who, for the most part,
are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and
noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o’erdoing
Termagant. It out-Herods Herod. Pray you avoid it.

– William Shakespeare

I like this little speech, it seems to say to me ‘be calm’! It comes from the play Hamlet where Hamlet speaks to one of the actors about to take to the stage in a play he has concocted to observe his family’s reactions.

Day 120 – Back on top in June?


That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow which I then did feel
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were brass or hammer’d steel.
For if you were by my unkindness shaken
As I by yours, you’ve pass’d a hell of time,
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
O, that our night of woe might have remember’d
My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me, then tender’d
The humble slave which wounded bosoms fits!
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.

– William Shakespeare

Shakespeare Sonnet 115 for Day 115

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then my judgment knew no reason why
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
But reckoning time, whose million’d accidents
Creep in ‘twixt vows and change decrees of kings,
Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp’st intents,
Divert strong minds to the course of altering things;
Alas, why, fearing of time’s tyranny,
Might I not then say ‘Now I love you best,’
When I was certain o’er incertainty,
Crowning the present, doubting of the rest?
Love is a babe; then might I not say so,
To give full growth to that which still doth grow?

Day 78 – But a breath

While Europe struggles through a haze of volcanic ash, the biggest story in Australia today was the death, in a maximum security prison, of gangland killer Carl Williams. The media certainly played this up as much as they could, trying to find conspiracies of corruption which could well exist. After all how could someone who is in almost constant solitary confinement, with his every movements watched, be bashed to death? Had it any relevance to the story that broke in the Sun Herald that morning, and what do they have to answer for?

Of course its timely to remember that Williams himself was in prison for 4 separate murders as well as numerous drug charges, but what shocks me if the lack of regard these gangsters have for human life. Maybe they all believe in reincarnation I don’t know, for their sake I hope so, but realistically its unlikely. They murder without pause and must know there will be retaliation on the way, before long, like the situation in Limerick, they will all be in jail or dead. A long bloody list of family and associates, all with wasted lives.

I mean what do they think life is about? Risking it all to be able to have money and drive fast cars? Some of these guys (and girls) will never again see a sunrise, or sunset, sip on a coffee and watch the world go by, have a beer in the sunshine and make friends, or fall in love. Their children will grow up without parents and relations, and have a constant reminder of it at all the significant events of their lives. No mum to shed a tear at graduation, no dad to walk them down the aisle. Really is it worth it? I don’t know what it’s like to have that much money but I can’t imagine it is.

I guess when one is in that cycle of violence it must be hard to break away from it, but there is so much else to life, and in the end, the thoughts of anger and revenge only bring harm to yourself and those around you. We’d all gain for remembering that on a smaller, more personal level too. The principle is the principle, whether it be on the scale of gangland warfare or a personal feud. We’d all be better off trying to get along.

Quote of the day – William Shakespeare

“And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything”