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)
‘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
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!
“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.
My dearest love,
Duncan comes here tonight.
And when goes hence?
Tomorrow, as he purposes.
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.
We will speak further
Only look up clear.
To alter favor ever is to fear.
Leave all the rest to me
“Unsex Me Here”
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?”
She is intelligent.
She is ‘ambition-on-steroids’.
She is resolute.
She is brave.
She is Affectionate and Loving.
(Yes! Oh Yes She Is!—To her husband)
She is loyal (The whole world of her ambition is her husband)
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.”
She is Beautiful.
She is Beautiful.
She is So Very Beautiful
In very many respects, she reminds me of Shonnie.
But now she is gone.
“Out, Out Brief Candle”
And now for something completely different…
Just a little levity.
‘Tis Good For The Soul.
Street Cred For Vid: Wisecrack
Author’s Note (And Two-Cents):
Yes, I know.
Roman Polanski is an Asshole.
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.”
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):
“Time, get all you can.
Keep all you can.
They ain’t making any more of it.”
That door swings both ways:
So, I hope I have NOT wasted YOUR Time.
More Two Cents Worth Regarding Art and Artists Here:
Below Please Find The Relevant Text If You Do Not Want To Follow The Link To The Complete Post Above.
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.
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.