A Date With Shakespeare

Letter 9: Someone you wish you could meet.

To Dear Shakespeare,

I have so many questions to ask you! If only you could meet with me. I want to know the ins and outs of your works and understand all the intricate details purposely created. I’d like to speak with your about the texts I am reading for school. Was Hamlet really mad or was he acting? What did you mean in that particular soliloquy? And what about Twelfth Night? I wonder what you were really trying to hint at through that play.

I’d like you to help me with the answers to these essay questions and explain them to me. I’d prefer to ask you the questions I have rather than having to consult numerous critics with their contradicting and flawed opinions. I wish for once I could just be told the truth and not have to think about relative truth and how I can justify it myself.

Most of all Sir Shakespeare, I’d love for you to teach me to write with feeling the way you are renowned for having done. If only you could teach me how to feel and then how to express it through words. I’d adore to be able to write poetry like you did and express the inexpressible and capture the intangible.

I’d love it if you came and sat on my porch and tutored me in the afternoons. We could drink homemade lemonade, and ponder that which is life and more so that which is love.

If you’re free any afternoon please reach me on DESPERATE ( 337737283). Thankyou Sir.

Yours Sincerely, Nicola.

P.s when you visit could you please bring a supply of quill pens? Thankyou. It is muchly appreciated.

Sonnet of Uncertainties

Today in English we learnt how to write sonnets.

:P not easy! Makes you appreciate Shakespeare so much more.

Anyway I decided to write about friendship between two young and innocent girls. But as time moved on they inevitably grew apart. But there is always the hope that one day they will be reunited :)

A crisp autumn day met us by the church

her nose laden with freckles, wearing a smile

innocence was the measure and mirth

of frolicking days gone merrily by.

Our pure joy, it could not be captured

the camera doth not recall such bliss

it could not recall such emotions raptured

could not predict what would happen amiss.

Time trained two roses apart, split at the side

her love for me grew ever so absent

memories remain a thorn in my side

will she return or for ‘ternity lament?

Oh to refrain from dwelling on memories

Oh for disdain the hell of uncertainties.

© retracingme

Romeo & Juliet *reality for some

Ok so don’t laugh at me. I never did see Romeo + Juliet. I tried to watch it but couldn’t get past hid cousin who raps out his rhyming lines. Eww, so didn’t go with the Hawaiian shirt!

Anyway we arrived at English today and began watching it. Now gotta admit Leonardo DiCaprio was pretty cute back in the day. Come on, Titanic anyone?! Anyway so I’m in class, just been laughing at his mate, the crossdresser and then comes the scene where they are together.

It’s so cute, you know the scene where they’re kissing in the elevator? Yeah and all of a sudden my chest is violently heaving. I’m in the front row of class freaking out everyone is going to see my shoulders rise and fall so I try to stop myself and I can’t. Suddenly tears begin to roll down my cheeks and I can’t restrain them. I’m thinking I’m going to have to get up and leave. I can’t sit in class like this crying. I can’t watch the movie. I can’t! But fear of embarrassment binds me to my seat.

I couldn’t possibly leave. Honestly, they’re falling in love. Why am I crying?!! No one would understand that layed out before me is the tale of my late uncle and aunty, two ‘star-crossed lovers’. Tears seep out as I realise the connections between Shakespeare’s fairy tale and my reality.

Here’s the story. My Uncle, good-looking man I must say ;) had an amazing nature. He fell in love with a woman.. but things did not go happily ever after. She was struck with severe arthritis and was in constant agony. My uncle could have left her; they weren’t married. He wasn’t bound to her. But he stayed with her for years and cared for her. Nearly three years ago they were engaged. He had his suit. She had her dress. wedding invitations were to be mailed that week. But the wedding never came. One Sunday he played soccer, as he loved to do being Italian ;)… they won and as he was coming off the field, he collapsed. Dead. Gone. Forever. We burried him and my Aunty, as we called her changed her name to our last name. She continued on in life. Laughing. Absolutely drugged up on anti-depressants to her eyeballs. Just last year… she couldn’t take it anymore. Life was nothing without my uncle. So she flung herself from a building to be with him forever.

He and she, both laid in their coffins in their wedding suit and dress.

My father cries over the tragedy of it and suddenly today so did I… in English class.

Eventually the scene changes and Romoeo leaves for home. My heaving ceases and my tears go stale on my pores. My lashes go hard and I focus on the screen. I couldn’t be more relieved when I hear we won’t be watching the rest.

:) to finish with a little quote eh? Romeo & Juliet has so many good ones :)

Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,

Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

If love be rough with you, be rough with love;

 

Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.