Sunday, August 23, 2015
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
J. T. Bleu Rolls the Dice
The Equalizer Meets Bridget Jones
in a Philip K. Dick world.
Work it out
and
Face the future
Ignore it
and
The future will find you
Looking the
Wrong way
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Rough Magic and Cold Blood
"...graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.
Thursday, June 4, 2015
HOTSPUR Puts the Damp on the FIERY SHAPES (one of my favorite scenes)
- Glendower. I cannot blame him: at my nativity 1555
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning cressets; and at my birth
The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Shaked like a coward.
- Hotspur (Henry Percy). Why, so it would have done at the same season, if 1560
your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself
had never been born.
- Glendower. I say the earth did shake when I was born.
- Hotspur (Henry Percy). And I say the earth was not of my mind,
If you suppose as fearing you it shook. 1565
- Glendower. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.
- Hotspur (Henry Percy). O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,
And not in fear of your nativity.
Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth 1570
Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
By the imprisoning of unruly wind
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down
Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth 1575
Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
In passion shook.
- Glendower. Cousin, of many men
I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
To tell you once again that at my birth 1580
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
And all the courses of my life do show 1585
I am not in the roll of common men.
Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea
That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,
Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out that is but woman's son 1590
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art
And hold me pace in deep experiments.
- Hotspur (Henry Percy). I think there's no man speaks better Welsh.
I'll to dinner.
- Mortimer. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad. 1595
- Glendower. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
- Hotspur (Henry Percy). Why, so can I, or so can any man;
But will they come when you do call for them?
- Glendower. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command
The devil. 1600
- Hotspur (Henry Percy). And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil
By telling truth: tell truth and shame the devil.
If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence.
O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil!
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
This is where J.T. BLEU shares his NOVEL
The relationship ended years ago, in her sophomore year, when they both thought their love was captured in amber—forever. How could it change? But things did change.
And one day, he was gone.
She always told him he was as variable as light waves. He told her she was just projecting. But something reached into the amber and snatched their relationship away. The love was still there, but it was an artifact now, from another age.
----From MY ARCH EMILY
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And one day, he was gone.
She always told him he was as variable as light waves. He told her she was just projecting. But something reached into the amber and snatched their relationship away. The love was still there, but it was an artifact now, from another age.
----From MY ARCH EMILY
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Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Great Traveler Gets Lost in Six Mat Room (and finds love).
He loved the open spaces, traveling the wide world, living on the edge of adventure in thirty countries and four continents. One day, he bravely traveled to Japan eager for the heights of Mount Fuji, the cool spaces of Hokkaido, and the white peaks of Nagano’s Alps.
Experience everything, he thought, day after day.
...
And so, the great traveler from Chicago arrived in Osaka from South Africa, via stopovers in Mauritius and Taiwan. On this trip, in the various airports, at every international stopover, he noted the fashions of the growing number of Asians he was encountering. A certain group of Asians, very often under the cover of BRAND names and fashion, appeared to be shy and quiet; he felt that this set them off from the other Asians he encountered who were more boisterous. Later, he came to understand that they were usually, not always, the Japanese people.
Once inside the Land of the Rising Sun, he studied the language, explored the countryside and drank deep in every city. He went to festivals, and every day learned more about these intriguing people. He wrote about the land of Geisha, Sakura, Samurai, and Ninja. And when he did, he thought:
This is love.
Years passed, and then came the day that he discovered Japanese Literature.
“Why, what a treasure,” he whispered, in the quiet of his typical Japanese six mat room, lost in Mishima’s world of THE TEMPLE OF THE GOLDEN PAVILION ; the sweet pungency of the tatami wafting up to his nose. Then he smiled to himself, remembering Shakespeare’s character Hamlet, who said:
“O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.”
Yes, thought the great traveler, my bad dreams disappear every year with the arrival of the cherry blossoms, the blessed Sakura. I am truly the KING OF INFINITE SPACE. And Shakespeare must truly have been a Japanese man to have arrived at such a thought.
***
Shakespeare's Birthday coming up: April 23, 1564
Sunday, March 1, 2015
The Player King in Hamlet (a role Shakespeare himself played)
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his enemy.
Directly seasons him his enemy.
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