march19

Now today is tomorrow
And tomorrow today
And yesterday is weaving in and out
And the fluffy white lines that the airplanes leave behind
Are drifting right in front of the waning of the moon

He is handling the money
He's serving the food
He knows about your party
He is calling you "dude"

Tuesday, March 19, 2002 1:04am

Alright. You wish you had my English teacher. Not because he is cool but because he is strange, and cool. Well I'll just explain.

I've talked about him before. How he can find sex in anything. I've also come to realize that he can make anything sound insignificant (which is not really the word I am looking for) by relating it to everyday problems.

I'll just make a list of the stuff that happened today in our discussion of sonnets. I will have the sonnet, plus his commentary in italics.

Sonnet 29 - Shakespeare
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him with friend's posessed,

Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;

     For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings,

     That then I scorn to change my state with kings

Richard Gere! He was in a play called Outcast State

Donald Trump! He's rich in more than hope.

Brad Pitt! He is good looking

That doesn't quite rhyme does it? That's because English is a hard language to rhyme so Shakespeare CHEATS!!!!!!!

What's "Heaven's Gate?" Sunrise! It's also the cult that did that mass suicide a few years ago. That cult.

Now, Shakespeare had to flatter his patron who he was writing these sonnets for but he really wrote them about some woman. But the patron didn't really see that. "I see the sun, I think of you" That's love.

And I think I can tell when we're going to start talking about sex. He casually walks over and closes the door. Then he'll say something like "this next one has a few different interpretations."

Sonnet 116 - Shakespeare

Let me not to the marraige of true minds

Admit impediments; love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O, no, it is an ever fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

     If this be error and upon me proved,

     I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Minds. Sure...I think he's thinking in bigger terms than minds.

Bends? True love means you can keep it up.

Looking up? Keeping it up to look at the stars?

cum?

I'm not done with you people yet.

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