Sonnet 129

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action: and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad.
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind a dream.
  All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
  To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

When I was in graduate school a guest professor, a Jesuit priest, read a source for this sonnet. It was astonishing, the source was almost identical, almost word for word, except that Shakespeare’s sonnet makes a great poem, powerful however little we agree with or believe it, whereas the source is dreary prose, plain horse shit. It’s as though Shakespeare could take Quasimodo and with a daub of pencil turn him into Brad Pitt.
That’s just a quick comment, my reading will follow, much later, this being a sonnet of only moderate importance to my overall reading.

2016 05 14 I suspend the menus and menus of menus till I can complete them, even half way, if ever.

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About pk

Seems to me that some modicum of honesty is requisite to intelligence. If we look in the mirror and see not kleptocrats but Christians, we’re still in the same old trouble.
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