I love Shakespeare. I love words. I love the simple fact that the only good advice my father once gave to me were the words out of his mouth: “Son, words have meaning and their coinage, well spend them well…”
Now… I am not that too heady. In fact, I am simple. Yet I do still love the coinage of a good phrase. Indeed I do.
Therefore, I leave you this. As all good Bloggers do, I desire a Stage! My Kingdom for a Stage!
Yes, I am ‘Supposed’ To Be Writing About ‘Macbeth’, But Liz Taylor Has Invaded My Head And My Heart.
And Recently Taken Up Permanent Residence There–And That’s Bullshit–She Has Always Lived There
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Rent Free.
And she always shall.
(I‘ll return to our Hero presently.)
Just as soon as I am able to extract Liz from my head.
I have not the words to properly describe her beauty
“Cat on a Hot Tin Roof”
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Of course I wrote a University level paper on this movie.
“Shrew”–I wrote if for my Shakespeare class.
The Professor was a big fat ‘Bull-Dyke”
But she was fond of me.
“I’ve never met a dyke I didn’t like”
–Lenny Bruce.
In fact, I have spilled a lot of ink on Liz.
Sorry that those papers did not survive the fire my last wife started. I guess I should feel blessed that I got out alive with my ass in tact. In fact.
Perish the papers….
It was me or them.
I chose me over them.
Fuk them.
And ‘Shrew’ You Richard Burton. You Lucky Bastard!
“Kate of my Consolation”
Bianca (And Liz)
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A Place in the Sun (1951)
Liz And Montgomery Clift were the very best of friends.
Of course Monty, he was Gay
Everyone knew this
Liz didn’t care’
Nor do I
He was a magnificent actor
(And Of course I wrote a paper on this movie as well.)
She Makes Me ‘Happy’–Sort-Of. I Love Her! I Desire Her In My Life. “‘Tis A Consummation Devoutly to Be Wished”
(Sorry Y’all–Wrong Play Reference)
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‘Shakespearean’ Kind of Day. This Here Cowboy… For My Missed Sis: Madelyn, My Lady Macbeth: I Miss Her, Marvelous Much, And I’ll Never Forgive Her–For Dying On Me. Bitch!
“Look like th’innocent flower,
But be the Serpent under’t” or “Come you spirits, That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here.”—
–Lady Mac B
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Out Of All Shakespearean Female Characters
This Cowboy Finds Lady Macbeth
The Most Captivating
The Most Fascinating
The Most Stimulating
The Most Everlasting
Francesca Annis, The Best Lady Macbeth
Ever! and Forever!
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Blond Ambition:
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“Take The Dagger”
She Didn’t Verbalize That. She Didn’t Have To
Just Look Into Her Eyes. Could You Say ‘No?”
I Know I couldn’t.
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MACBETH
My dearest love,
Duncan comes here tonight.
LADY MACBETH
And when goes hence?
MACBETH
Tomorrow, as he purposes.
LADY MACBETH
O, never
Shall sun that morrow see!
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue. Look like th’ innocent flower,
But be the serpent under ’t. He that’s coming
Must be provided for; and you shall put
This night’s great business into my dispatch,
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
MACBETH
We will speak further
LADY MACBETH
Only look up clear.
To alter favor ever is to fear.
Leave all the rest to me
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“Unsex Me Here”
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Why do I hold Lady Macbeth in such high esteem one may ask?
Isn’t it patently obvious?
She is cunning. She is manipulative. She is strong. (Much stronger than her husband)
“Screw your courage to the sticking-place,And we’ll not fail.
”Have You Lost Your Mind? Your Will?”
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She is intelligent.
She is ‘ambition-on-steroids’.
She is resolute.
She is brave.
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She is Affectionate and Loving.
(Yes! Oh Yes She Is!—To her husband)
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She is loyal (The whole world of her ambition is her husband)
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She is broken.
She is madness. (In mind and in deed)
“Out! damned spot! One, two, — why, then ‘tis time to do’t. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? – Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him.”
Anyone who ‘reads me’ knows my position on ‘artists’ and art.
If you do not, here is the ‘short’ version:
“I don’t give two cups of warm spit about what they (artists, creators, movie stars, entertainers, et cetera) do off camera, off stage, away from the set, away from the recording booth.Or whatever they choose to do while in their boudoirs.
All I care about is what they create.
Does it enrich my life?
Does it entertain me?
Does it educate me?
Does it make me laugh?
Does it make me cry?
Does it move me?
Or Does It Waste My Time?
These are the only measures of worth I employ.”
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Anything Else IS A WASTE of my Mental Energy and My Time.
And My Time is the Most Valuable Thing I Own.
Or as we say in Texas (Usually about Land, but it fits even better in this context):
Below Please Find The Relevant Text If You Do Not Want To Follow The Link To The Complete Post Above.
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Now I am cognizant of the fact that there are myriad ‘Madonna Haters’ out there in ‘Radio Land.’
Here is My Philosophy, (Well-Documented in some of my posts) and some advice:
You don’t have to love the ‘artist-person’ to love the art. There are lots of performers I detest because of their off-stage persona or antics, or just piss-poor personality in general.
But… That does not stop me from enjoying and appreciating their art.
I do not give two shits about their politics, arrogance, religion, sexual preferences, et cetera. If their art entertains and enriches my life, I am good with them.
On the other hand, they can be as wonderful and charming as all get out, but if they have no true performance talent, I move on.
Here is the advice part for anyone out there who may need it:
Do not be so narrow and small-minded, and full of your own morality that you prevent yourself from enjoying good art.
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Want a Second Opinion?
Watch this from Critical Drinker
So Fukken Poignant
If Not, That loss is yours.
And yours alone.
Believe me, the artists, the great ones especially, don’t give a shit if you boycott them or not.
Try to remember:
“Life is a Cabaret”
Enjoy it while it lasts. Don’t deny yourself value and enjoyment in your life just because some great performer pisses you off due to their persona while off-stage.
Just so happens, I had one in my hip pocket. (I carry it about, you see? Just for occasions such as this)
I do believe the year was 1994, give or take. (10 years)
I was in a bad spot with my then-wife and my Girl-Friend who soon, someday soon, I hoped to become my next-wife.
Never mind her name; this is irrelevant. After a few… well.
I was in this bad spot, you see. And I needed a flat-bed truck (for whatever reason), you see?
Now, the only one in possession of same was Peanut.
You see? (Because Peanut was always the one who did not ask questions, you see?) And why was that? Because I was also the only one who never asked.
Being poor of money and poor’er of excuse, I told my bride: “Honey, we need to see this man about a truck. Then we can get on with our lives.”
“Okay,” she said.
Off we went, she in her pretty sun-dress and me, looking for flatbed trucks in all them wrong places.
And then, after about eight miles of Bad Texas Road, we came upon a tree across the road you see, and a madman with a shotgun, you see; this madman was shooting at this young girl, you see,
and this was embarrassing to me, you see, since the man wielding the shotgun could not hit shit, .. and his aim was lousy you see? And of course the girl was out of range, you see, and it did not matter to me, you see?
BECAUSE My Brother, PEANUT would never shoot an innocent girl on the wing.
You see?
You See?
You must have seen that coming.
Oh, that ‘other’ guy?
That Guy shooting at that girl?
What did we do with him?
Well, turns out, that was Peanut.
I had to forgive him. The girl was not harmed and I missed my brother.
Thus it ended….
That’s Tejas!
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STOP!
I cannot write this.
Maybe later.
Sorry. It has become rare that I just throw up a rough draft, you see?
(Yes, I know: they are all rough drafts)
This one may have some promise, however, since, like all Things Peanut, it is true.
Caint you see?
Mercutio/Peanut?
“And being thus disquieted…”
Or something….
Then I See Queen Mab Hath Been With You
Not unlike Pygmalion, as the years fly by, I create.
I cannot ‘create’ the woman I love. Not because she does not exist, but because, I do not want to embarrass her.
Yet, she is real and she loves me: since 1971.
She told me so.
Now…..five wives later….My wives.
(I should have never left her to fend.
oh no! I had to go to fuckn egypt for five fuckin years!)
“Torn-ment”
Is just a fucking word.
Hell! It is not even a word for a life lost.
“His only aspiration…. was getting back that girl he lost before.”
–Joni
But.. what to do with? As a dog chasing a train? What is he gonna do, if he catches it?
All My Readers! All Four of Y’all!–Chug-A-Lug Chug-A-Lug Y’all!– Have One On Me! But–I Generally Drink Alone!
(I Create Fewer Enemies That Way) P.S. My Life is a Train Wreck, But Y’all Knew This Already, Been Described That Way, By A Woman I tried to Love Once. Back in Navy Daze….
Her Memory is all Just a Blurry Haze Now.
My Life is Like A Fukkin’ Hurricane Gone Crazy Mad
Neil!
Goddamn WordPress Fucked Up This Post.
Now I am Forced to Fix it!
And Trust Me Kids,
I Have Better Things to Do–To Occupy My Mind and My Time!
Bob!
(I AM IN lOVE—w/THE VIOLINST! wO-mAN!!)
Please Please Please Listen to The WORDS oF tHIS Fuckin’ Song!
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Make you want to holler hi-de-ho Burns your tummy, don’tcha know? Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Grape wine in a Mason jar Homemade and brought to school By a friend of mine ‘n’ after class Me and him and this other fool decide That we’ll drink up what’s left Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
First time for everything Hmm, my ears still ring Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Make you want to holler hi-de-ho Burns your tummy, don’tcha know? Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug 4-H and FFA
On a field trip to the farm Me ‘n’ a friend sneak off behind This big old barn where we uncovered A covered-up moonshine still And we thought we’d drink our fill
And I swallered it with a smile ? Bll-bbb?, I run ten mile Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Make you want to holler hi-de-ho Burns your tummy, don’tcha know? Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Jukebox ‘n’ sawdust floor
Sumpin’ like I ain’t never seen And I’m just goin’ on fifteen But with the help of my finaglin’ Uncle I get snuck in For my first taste of sin I said, “Lemme have a big old sip” ? Bll-bbb?, I done a double back flip Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Make you want to holler hi-de-ho Burns your tummy, don’tcha know? Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
