A Few Thoughts On Consensual Realities
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mlerulesLove as blinders, as rose-coloured glasses, as tinting the world...and why not? Beauty arises from love, reflects love. (Truth = troublesomely pesky at times, perhaps mostly irrelevant in this disco though.) Troubles arise when the world view narrows so much and/or varies so far from the rest o' the world - or at least the bits that matter to you, that SHOULD matter to you - 'cause one-on-on ONLY strikes me as unwise, possibly dangerous - and the small subjective world created/constructed by the two/few/cult of you prevents/interferes w/the so-called-real world, things like making a living and not going insane in a bad way. Each of us may be an island, but it's nice to take out the canoe/raft now 'n' again to visit nearby shores and engage in trade, swap stories, ideas, dreams, recipes (for food, for life), know-how, thereby enriching all our worlds.
Qx for theatre types: re: the WillyS quote - "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages." What's the last bit about? Specifically what're the parts/acts/ages to which he refers?
Qx for theatre types: re: the WillyS quote - "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages." What's the last bit about? Specifically what're the parts/acts/ages to which he refers?
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Date: 2006-12-23 09:03 pm (UTC)7 ages = 70 years?
Orrrrr...
Baby, child, teen, young man, family man, grandfather, elder? Something along those lines?
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Date: 2006-12-24 01:02 am (UTC)http://www-tech.mit.edu/Shakespeare/asyoulikeit/full.html
Cool!
Date: 2006-12-27 09:36 pm (UTC)His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Re: Cool!
Date: 2006-12-27 09:49 pm (UTC)