More Graffiti (Thanks to Shakespeare)

No, I am just a voice.

Scratching and rubbing

 In inks and paints

 On walls and bricks

I write Graffiti as a variation

 On a theme,

Daring the immanent

 Principle

Hoping to be revivified

 Out of the weary

Reductions

Brilliant Esoteric Thriller Introduces Urban Hero

Romance writer pens dystopian novel,

using a former lover as her protagonist,

but she goes off the rails chasing him into a manga world of the unreal.

J. T. Bleu Rolls the Dice

MY ARCH EMILY

 

 

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

 

 

 

I love Shakespeare

Open Source Shakespeare

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.

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!

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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