potential zine/anthology idea: writers and artists creating works based on shakespeare’s sonnets. the goal would be to get through all the sonnets but that would obvs require multiple issues. this is just something i thought of rn but if anyone is actually interested in working on something like that 👀
Sonnet: *mildly explains that while his sonnet girlfriend doesn’t fit his society’s beauty standards, he still loves her just the way she is and thinks she is just as good than the other totally fake blonde-blue-eyed sonnet girlfriends*
These clowns: what a ROAST, lmao, is this supposed to be romantic???? typical dead white male. AITA-time whoop
no idea if it's my hormones, what I've seen in the news lately, the weight of living the past few years, or just because it's Judi Dench...but this impromptu performance really made me cry for a good ten minutes, no kidding.
I think it follows a certain poetic order of things that the sweater I have stolen from my father (who has also had it for years) should begin unraveling a bit at the sleeve just as I write my essay on Shakespeare’s Sonnet LXV – a sonnet describing how all things succumb to Time eventually, no matter how sturdy they may seem.
It’s a poem I recommend you read and, if you happen to be so inclined, analyse. I’m not very familiar with Shakespeare (didn’t study him much in school since I don’t live in an anglophone place), but I can say that this specific sonnet is definitely worth reading. And if you like the theme of art being the only way to make something immortal, then I can also wholeheartedly recommend Horace’s Odes (in particular Ode 30, III). Horace can sound a little conceited, but he was right: he IS remembered to this day for his skill, it wasn’t his personal delusion that it would be so.
I don’t expect this will be read by many, but I would love for more people to read poetry – it was held in such high regard for so long that we are today more inclined to overlook its brilliance than to notice it. So yeah, that’s why I wrote this. Enjoy the poems, they are the soul of human existence!
Martin Hilský Transgender Day of Visibility pride GIF
M.H. o Shakespearově 20. sonetu: „Je to takový... dneska bych řekl až ‚transgenderový‘ sonet, ten dvacátý.“
zdroj: https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=2875&v=7jTwkAK-6-c&feature=youtu.be
Clock (Words by William Shakespeare, Read by Neil Gaiman, Music by FourPlay StringQuartet)
Released on World Shakespeare Day 2023, this is Clock, Shakespeare’s Sonnet 12, read by Neil Gaiman and set to a haunting musical backdrop by Australia's FourPlay String Quartet. Taken from their debut album Signs of Life.
Read by Neil Gaiman
Violin & vocals – Lara Goodridge
Viola – Shenzo Gregorio
Viola & vocals– Tim Hollo
Cello & vocals – Peter Hollo
cranboo’s the kind of guy to get really stressed out about whether or not he’s suave and romantic enough with ctubbo so they try to memorize the entirety of shakespeare’s 18th sonnet (keyword: try) and dress up in ridiculous fancy clothes and then go anxiously hover underneath ctubbo’s window that night and message him like “hey um open the window please” and then when he does they stammer through the poem and like royally screw it up and maybe start crying a little and then ctubbo laughs and comes outside and tells them that he doesn’t need any fancy stuff like that and he loves them anyway so they go inside and have tea instead . ctubbo’s the kind of guy to get stressed out about whether or not he’s sweet enough to ranboo so he wakes them up in the middle of the night says “i like your face” and then goes back to sleep
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.