Lurid!

[handful_ofdust]

That's the only word to describe this nutbucket "educational film" pitch I'm working on...a lurid farrago of soap opera crossed with big-I Issues. All the characters are interrelated, with complex backstories and equally epic to-come-later frontstories; the house-party is the anchor-point for both, a sort of knot of wrongness around which everrything else spins. And that's only if I've got it right.

Well, anyhow: I make it to tomorrow, I send it off, we see how they like it. And in the meantime...Shakespeare!

When shall we three meet again,
in thunder, ligtning, or in rain?

When the hurly-burly's done;
When the battle's lost and won.

Where the place?

Upon the heath.

There to meet with?

Macbeth.

Fair is foul and foul is fair,
Hover through the fog and the filthy air.

Where hast thou been, sister?

Killing swine. And thou?

A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap
And munch'd, and munch'd. Give me, quoth I!
Aroint ye, witch! The rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master of the Tiger.
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, and I'll do, and I'll do.

[Punctuation mine, spelling too--this is from memory. Still, pretty good, if I dare say so myself.]

Now peace! The charm's wound up.

Comments

[dustandroses.livejournal.com]

Bwah hah hah hah...when I saw this meme, the only Shakespeare I could think of was:

"Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble..."

You remembered more than me!

I had to memorize 100 lines for my Drama Fraternity initiation, then I used the same 100 lines for two different Shakespeare Lit. classes (undergrad and grad), and I still can't remember more than those two lines. Of course, College was 25 years ago, but I still remember "In Flander's Fields" and I had to learn that in Junior High! Must have been all those drugs I did in the 70's (and the 80's...)

Sigh. At least someone still has their long-term memory... *g*

You are good

[chaplinlover.livejournal.com]

About the only line from Shakespeare I can still recite from High School is the line from Julius Caesar where his wife has premonitions of things to come so she starts whining at him: "Julius don't go". Not sure why that sticks in my brain other than the facr we had to reenact that scene and I played that part so that that was about the only line I had.