Saturday, July 30, 2016

Wish Me Luck ! Ahhhhhh

Twelfth Night 

Act II.

Scene III.Olivia's House 


What is love? 'tis not hereafter; 
Present mirth has present laughter; 
What's to come is still unsure: 
In delay there lies no plenty; 
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Why yes, this is my very first scheduled post! 

Right now, I am probably a very hassled traveller crossing an ocean maybe, pining for all of this

Hopefully I will be back with an update...till then stay well and happy, hug your loved ones a little tighter for me.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

I Am Not Being Pretentious, I Promise

Muddle, puddle, befuddle...some of the words that come to mind while trying to articulate the state it's been in lately. 

Had a bit of a moment of truth while doing yoga this evening and I'm going to share it here for what it's worth: 

You know the journey food makes from our mouth through our throat down our chest and then the long winding intestines and finally the poop canal (that's a thing right? said the doctor's daughter)- so that like life isn't it? 

Our lives...

That we live...

Down the long winding tunnels of adulthood...

Until we're reduced to utter...


And we're out...

Flushed down the annals of history like baby spiders that probably hunker for shelter from the periodic deluge in the commode- Fertilisers to the crops that we eat and it starts all over again. Birth cycles. Food cycles. I need to get to sleep, in case you haven't figured it out yet. 

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Pulling Each Other Up

King Lear 

Act II 

Scene VI.A tent in the French Camp. 

King Lear 

Pray,do not mock me: 
I am a very foolish fond old man, 
Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; 
And to deal plainly, 
I fear I am not in my perfect mind 

Hi All. 

Yeah I've been mocked all week. This seemed appropriate. Also I have an infected corn and it's ouchy...I may have also caught the flu and things are just generally...bad right now. 

If you're going through something similar, know that I am with you, let's be patient, shed some therapeutic tears, dust off the madness and try to pull each other up. ~hugs~

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Yeah. I Think I Just Barely Maintained the Shakespeare Sunday Streak.

I've missed the Shakespeare Sunday deadline by 50 minutes now. But Sunday is still bidding goodbye to other parts of the world. So I'll just rain on Sunday's goodbye parade a little bit, beg her to stay a while longer and finish what was meant to be done because She came, despite the long wait!

There is no excuse for this tardiness, other than that hideous word we've made up these days - "adulting" It's a misnomer really, I staunchly believe my 13 year old self had her shit together far better and would have been ace at this "adulting" thing. 

If I had done a conventional, Shakespeare Sunday today it would probably have had a tinge of death in it. Mostly because I've been thinking about death a lot lately, not in the artistic vague we're-all-dying-here-way (which I do most of the time anyway) but more in the my-grandma-is-probably-dying-and-I-have-to-leave-and-why-is-2016-being-so-bloody-relentless-with-it's-machete kind of way. 

But that's the last thing I want to do- make bidding goodbye to Sunday gloomier than it already is so I'll totally phone it in and share this link -  It's a quiz- see if you guess which Shakespeare plays are being referenced in these pop songs! The word nerd in me did a little jig when I found this. 

I don't know how to end this. Honestly. Let's just hope we have a great week ahead and may there be no bad news. Please let there be no bad news. 

Sunday, July 10, 2016

On Resilience

The Life And Death of Julius Caesar 


Scene II. The Forum 


O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

I don't write about events in the news that disturb me simply because I take a while to form a succinct view on it, while accepting that there's very little I could do, most of the time. 

This is of course based on what I read about it on-line from several quarters. Then I'll finally have one consolidated opinion borrowing a little that I agree with from everybody and I feel like it wouldn't be fair to share that and pass it off as mine. 

I link and retweet as much as I can, without bogging you down with the general sense of doom about all that is happening around the world. Yes, it's sad. Yes it's heartbreaking and all of us...are still here, looking for the light, willing to look forward, move forward. 

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Because I Am Sick And I Want To Bore You

The gift of being still 
Will begin when the tapping 
Slows down and we stop seeking
Admiration like a pill

I felt the need to put this out there because I am sick.

I am saying bye bye to the good times because I don't trust eating out during the rains anymore. You get no points for guessing which tall glass of drink I ordered. 

I don't do the falling sick routine well: terrible timing, miss the cues for climax and I know the weakness will stretch out till people get a little tired, bored even. 

Saturday, July 2, 2016

Borrowing Some Strength from Lady Macbeth

The Tragedy of Macbeth 

Act I

Scene V. Inverness. Macbeth's Castle.

Lady Macbeth 

Only look up clear;
To alter favour ever is to fear 
Leave all the rest to me.

Everything has been on hold this week because I've been catching up on Game of Thrones. And there is yet more and I'm scared that this is the worst time to do this. 

I have precisely 25 days before I leave the country ~shudder shudder~