“In disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,” a reincarnated Bard finds inspiration outside the Old Town Bar at Union Square, Manhattan.John Hayden directed this film for The Sonnet Project. Tom Degnan is the lead actor.
The background information on the sonnet’s page at the website includes this interesting tidbit:
The feeling of uselessness, outcasting, and disgrace in this poem is thought to be related to the 1592 closing of London playhouses as [a] result of an outbreak of the plague, causing Shakespeare and other actors to live with small wages, and be looked upon as filthy by town society.
Also, click the “actor” tab there for more information about Degnan than either IMdB or Wikipedia currently provide.
Needless to say, if Shakespeare were alive today, he’d be writing screenplays for television, and probably penning rap lyrics in his spare time.
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“Love ”, Janet Kuypers’ Poetry’s “Love Letter” live feature at Let Them Eat Chocolate, in Chicago 4/10/15
See YouTube video of the 4/10/15 Janet Kuypers show Love (with John playing guitar) at Poetry’s “Love Letter” in Let Them Eat Chocolate in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera), of 6 new love poems
See YouTube video of the 4/10/15 Janet Kuypers show Love (with John playing guitar) at Poetry’s “Love Letter” in Let Them Eat Chocolate in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot), of 6 new love poems
See YouTube video of the poem “eyes”, read by Janet Kuypers (with John playing guitar) in her 4/10/15 show Love at Poetry’s “Love Letter” (@ Let Them Eat Chocolate) in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem “eyes”, read by Janet Kuypers (with John playing guitar) in her 4/10/15 show Love at Poetry’s “Love Letter” (@ Let Them Eat Chocolate) in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem “just you”, read by Janet Kuypers (with John playing guitar) in her 4/10/15 show Love at Poetry’s “Love Letter” (@ Let Them Eat Chocolate) in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem “just you”, read by Janet Kuypers (with John playing guitar) in her 4/10/15 show Love at Poetry’s “Love Letter” (@ Let Them Eat Chocolate) in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem “electricity”, read by Janet Kuypers (with John playing guitar) in her 4/10/15 show Love at Poetry’s “Love Letter” (@ Let Them Eat Chocolate) in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem “electricity”, read by Janet Kuypers (with John playing guitar) in her 4/10/15 show Love at Poetry’s “Love Letter” (@ Let Them Eat Chocolate) in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem “jihadists and astrophysics”, read by Janet Kuypers (with John playing guitar) in her 4/10/15 show Love at Poetry’s “Love Letter” (@ Let Them Eat Chocolate) in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem “jihadists and astrophysics”, read by Janet Kuypers (with John playing guitar) in her 4/10/15 show Love at Poetry’s “Love Letter” (@ Let Them Eat Chocolate) in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the haiku poem drowning”, read by Janet Kuypers (with John playing guitar) in her 4/10/15 show Love at Poetry’s “Love Letter” (@ Let Them Eat Chocolate) in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the haiku poem drowning”, read by Janet Kuypers (with John playing guitar) in her 4/10/15 show Love at Poetry’s “Love Letter” (@ Let Them Eat Chocolate) in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See a Vine video of the haiku poem drowning”, read by Janet Kuypers (with John playing guitar) in her 4/10/15 show Love at Poetry’s “Love Letter” (@ Let Them Eat Chocolate) in Chicago (Samsung)
See YouTube video of the poem “only philosophy”, read by Janet Kuypers (with John playing guitar) in her 4/10/15 show Love at Poetry’s “Love Letter” (@ Let Them Eat Chocolate) in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem “only philosophy”, read by Janet Kuypers (with John playing guitar) in her 4/10/15 show Love at Poetry’s “Love Letter” (@ Let Them Eat Chocolate) in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
Earsdon Village from Rake Lane by Norman Tween
Earsdon Village from Rake Lane. Rapeseed oil crop flowering. This rough oil study is a couple of years old. 8×8 inches. Cheap and quick to paint. Beyond the church lies the Victorian graveyard where over 200 victims of the New Hartley pit disaster, many of them children, were laid to rest. There can be great pain in beauty…..Norman Tween
“Vibrant”. That is what this little painting has been called. The use of space here is virant indeed. The village occupies so little of the canvas and does so, so perfectly. The reddish hues compliment the green of the field and separate the field from the pretty blue sky. This sky has movement in it, the brushstrokes seem active.
Lovely!
Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty Poem| Ode on a Grecian Urn Keats
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring’d legend haunt about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal – yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,” – that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
“Ode on a Grecian Urn, John Keats
Graphite Drawing Henry by Kyle Baker
Weathered
a bit grateful
a bit humble
a bit proud
unashamed
judging not,
at last.
Me?
Whatchyouwant my picture for?
By minimizing the background, Baker’s recent work reminds me of Michelangelo’s unfinished sculptures, the figures trapped in the stone. His main figure is amazing in this. Please click on the image to enlarge. The stark realism of the figure with the background so finely sketched gives the figure of Henry the effect of singular notice. It’s almost like the background is the stone and the figure is trapped in the paper. This gives Henry a singular notice also. The drawing is of Henry and who he is and who he represents to the viewer; character, perseverance, singularity, uniqueness. It is Henry, and Henry alone who was important in that room!
Art by Kyle Baker
Poem and comment by David Michael Jackson