GLOBE theater, the restless crowd was
BRACEd for camp and bawd, felt time stop, alter course. Hamlet in
FILET collar saw the ghost; on his sword Horatio and Marcellus
SWORE silence. Yet secrets force their telling–his time now runs toward dreaming in the undiscovered land.
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Will Shakspere
BALER: perhaps an attempt at dance, or boat rescue?
SCORN for orthographic flexibility reduces play,
FETID precision replacing ludic life where the Bard might
POST to his blog under a dozen different variants on his name.
As I Imagine It
LIMITed suspense in this, my pedestrian life. Dramatic
IRONY either overlooked by me, or generally absent.
TERRA-trapped my life, my sensibilities, yet sometimes imagination gives a spark, as when this
ARBOR seemed to be Arden, and you Ganymede, and me pining for Rosalind, not yet knowing.
Weird
NEWLY enthralled Scotsman’s visage appears in the
BRINE bubbling double-time in the cauldron, his
PUPILs dilated at the promise of power merely
UTTERed in his presence.
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Tempest
SCENE! Filming The Tempest’s opening, tenth reshooting of the doomed ship.
BLARE of safety horns, summons for weary actors to assume their stations,
BRINE-soaked, weakly, starting to
INFER that the world’s an ocean, and we its swimmers, soon to drown.