Fallen From the Fig Tree

Kathie Lee Gifford.  The :26 mark.  The way she walks toward him.  I am losing it.  Done.  

“I am in bloodStepp’d in so far, that, should I wade no more,Returning were as tedious as go o’er.”

“I am in blood
Stepp’d in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er.”

“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.” 

I am, quite literally, going to die. In the Shakespearean sense. Of course. 

THE MACBETH DRINKING GAME

shakespeaker:

  1. Take a sip every time you hear the word ‘blood’.
  2. Take a sip every time someone says the word ‘Thane.’
  3. Take a sip for every knock-knock joke in Act II. 
  4. Take a sip every time Lady M berates her husband for being a wuss.
  5. Do a shot every time someone’s murdered.
  6. Do a shot every time Banquo’s ghost enters.
  7. Do a shot every time something brilliantly idiotic, like a moving forest, happens.
  8. Waterfall the ‘Double double, toil and trouble’ scene. 
  9. Bomb shot Macbeth’s beheading.
  10. Die.

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Die.

Whatstop

Whatstop

Alive in triumph—and Mercutio slain!
Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now.
Now, Tybalt, take the “villain” back again
That late thou gavest me, for Mercutio’s soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company.
Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.

I am fortune’s fool. 

Alive in triumph—and Mercutio slain!
Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now.
Now, Tybalt, take the “villain” back again
That late thou gavest me, for Mercutio’s soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company.
Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
I am fortune’s fool. 
“I think I can call on wordsthat will last: you are there.”

I think I can call on words
that will last: you are there.

“I don’t think I could love you so much if you had nothing to complain of and nothing to regret. I don’t like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and of little value. Life hasn’t revealed its beauty to them.”

I don’t think I could love you so much if you had nothing to complain of and nothing to regret. I don’t like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and of little value. Life hasn’t revealed its beauty to them.

They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the “blaze of passion” often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.
Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago (via introspectivepoet)