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Romeo & Juliet
Romeo & Juliet
Van Devlet Tiyatrosu 19 Ocak 2007Rejisör : Kemal Başar
Dekor Tasarım: Murat Gülmez
Kostüm Tasarım: Funda Çebi
Işık Tasarım: Seyhun Ayaş
Dans Düzeni : Paras Terezakis
Dekor Tasarım: Murat Gülmez
Kostüm Tasarım: Funda Çebi
Işık Tasarım: Seyhun Ayaş
Dans Düzeni : Paras Terezakis
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"Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
that I shall say good night till it be morrow."
This is how I feel, and yet I shall.
Last night I dusted off a book on poetic form I purchased a while ago however have not gotten around to read, such are the long tangents my mind's wanderings seem to take. In its introduction, I came across a wonderful sonnet by Keats which alludes to the masters of the art and their immortality, whilst quite self-effacingly suggesting his own attempt may fall quite short of that lofty confidence of, let's say, Shakespeare:
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time.
When wasteful wareshall statues overturn,
And broils roots out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
(Shakespeare, Sonnet 55)
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time.
When wasteful wareshall statues overturn,
And broils roots out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
(Shakespeare, Sonnet 55)
Here is Keats' marvellous combination of deference and yet subtly contrarion remark:
When I have fears that I may cease to beBefore my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love!-then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
(Keats, 1817) I enjoy Shakespeare's ego and belief of the permanence of his lines which transcend the very destruction of the world in which they take their form and indeed reflect upon. In some ways, being not entirely lacking in (oft misplaced) self-confidence myself, therein lies the personal attraction of the art of the written word. Paradoxically, I also greatly admire the self-effacement Keats shows, arguably far more aware of his place in the grand scheme (and certainly more grounded) as a 22 year old than Shakespeare was as a (most likely) 30-something celebrated genius. Then again, Keats hadn't met with great critical acclaim as a poet (and never did in his lifetime), and so would not have had a cloud of over-confidence, however well placed in Shakespeare, as the bard clearly possessed. I am certainly not burdened by any such impediments either (I know, shocking), and so I take Keats' sentiment as my Romantic inspiration moving forward into what is hopefully a more regular engagement with ars poetica, leading to a re-engagement with the actual writing of poetry. After all, more than any other form of literature, poetry is a participation sport.
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Juliet:
'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone—
And yet no farther than a wan-ton's bird,
That lets it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silken thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
I would I were thy bird.Juliet:
Sweet, so would I,
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
dream, Thu 29/10/09
Again, I was going to fail some English exam in high school. I'm supposed to have read the same book I haven't finished reading in all the dreams I've had recently. I think it's a non-fiction book, and I've missed a lot of class in the second semester.
I try to call this horrible person I was semi-seeing last year. He changes his number without telling me. I call the old number and get a very angry woman instead. She is mad at this guy too - he used to live as her housemate and has left her suddenly without giving appropriate funds. I am staying in this beautiful mansion. My family are there - and because the house is so large, I don't get to see them much. My mother has booked some sort of compulsory family holiday while I'm supposed to have my English exam which I know I shall fail. It takes me quite some wrangling to get out of going. I find out that my brother is cheating on his wife - he's found a girlfriend. I'm furious. I voice these misgivings with my mother who says that all men are supposed to stray after a while. I say, what, even though his wife is expecting a child? Mum says especially so. I am disgusted with my brother and decide I don't ever want to see him again. I say that I will be out of this mansion as soon as my exams are over. My brother decides I am too degenerate to sleep on this special mattress he paid money for. The mattress is made of foam and is breaking up. I accuse my brother of being a fucking hipster and say fine, I don't want anything to do with you. * * *I'm still in this weird mansion and apparently I have a new boyfriend, a friend I met on Twitter. This apparently helps me decide I want to be with my current real-life partner, who I keep trying to reach via the phone but can't get hold of him. * * * I'm trapped in some weird fairytale setting. and I think I'm an old woman. They are conspiring to kill me. What they don't know is that because I have been bitten several times by this particular snake, I'm now immune to its venom. It ends up killing them instead - that being a man dressed in a beautiful flamenco red dress and a young woman. Then suddenly I'm in Singapore with a bunch of people. One of them stops because she wants to buy Shu Uemura. A man comes up to me to talk to me. He looks like Marc Jacobs. We get shuffled off and I say goodbye to him, marvelling over the Shu Uemura cleansing oil packaging. A cute Asian girl gives me an eyeshadow palette which comes with cute soft toys. * * *
Back to the old woman. I turn these quasi Greek monsters into books. The library gets mad because I don't return them to the library. I'm confused, as I tell them, they weren't books before. I meet another girl who tells me I remind her of a heroine in the Chaos Revelations series. I tell her I will look them up in the library. I do so and am confronted by my old schoolfriend Andrea. She wants to go to another section of the library. I shrug and say fine, do what you want. I find the Chaos Revelations series and there are more than four volumes and they appear to be graphic novel adaptations of Shakespeare's plays. I go to another section of library and begin composing a tune on my flute, and writing variations upon the tune. I introduce T to some people from EMS. Em comes up to me and tells me mean Luke will stay overseas forever and that someone else, either Rob or Felix are coming home early. She thinks I'll be sad and then I say, I'm glad Luke is gone forever, and wager a lot of other people are too.
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