Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Lines by Willie The Shake

Macbeth:

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

This esoteric conceit clumsily conceived by Ron Southern at 11:24 AM
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3 comments:

  1. Twilight2/24/2010 1:52 PM

    Lines by Omar Khayyam via Edward Fitzgerald

    'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days
    Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:
    Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,
    And one by one back in the Closet lays.




    To save me messing around twice with the comment thingie - I like the poem above this one (All Lost Souls) - it's a far more literary version of Andy Warhol and his "15 mins." quote, same message more elegantly put. :-)

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  2. Ron Southern2/24/2010 4:24 PM

    in Joni Mitchell's song, Talk To Me, she admits to stealing a line from "Willie The Shake" and I stole it from her.

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  3. Ron Southern2/24/2010 5:53 PM

    I like the way you talk, lady! It makes me sound so good.

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