Book Lust

I may not be so lusty for that "Milton in Context" book, but I am literally dreaming about getting my hands on the "Masks" books. I seemed to be a college student again, and I knew that someone had cleared off from campus, and I broke in to their apartment, knowing that he had one of those books. I found two of them, looking so fat and new. But I got chickenshit about taking them, and I left them buried under other books, as I tried to figure another way to get them.

In fact, as I was preparing for bed last night, a better strategy came to mind about getting the "Masks" books. Instead of blowing my wad on the "Hamlet" one, which is in print, I will first go for the ones that are on the verge of going absolutely extinct.

However, this morning, which I check the stock again, I see that this new idea is highly problemsome. Getting the dwindling used copies is that much more expensive at over ninety dollars a pop. I may just have to count on library copies to enjoy these works, which might not be so bad as a practical matter.

Book Lust

I may not be so lusty for that "Milton in Context" book, but I am literally dreaming about getting my hands on the "Masks" books. I seemed to be a college student again, and I knew that someone had cleared off from campus, and I broke in to their apartment, knowing that he had one of those books. I found two of them, looking so fat and new. But I got chickenshit about taking them, and I left them buried under other books, as I tried to figure another way to get them.

In fact, as I was preparing for bed last night, a better strategy came to mind about getting the "Masks" books. Instead of blowing my wad on the "Hamlet" one, which is in print, I will first go for the ones that are on the verge of going absolutely extinct.

However, this morning, which I check the stock again, I see that this new idea is highly problemsome. Getting the dwindling used copies is that much more expensive at over ninety dollars a pop. I may just have to count on library copies to enjoy these works, which might not be so bad as a practical matter.

Weather

After finishing breakfast, clearing the way for my reading, intending to finish "Rabid", I see that the sun is making a strong play. I was thinking if it wins, the cats might be able to go back out tomorrow, but then I see the huge puddle in the back, and it will be a couple of days. Besides, there are a lot of clouds still overhead, and it has already become overcast again.

Weather

After finishing breakfast, clearing the way for my reading, intending to finish "Rabid", I see that the sun is making a strong play. I was thinking if it wins, the cats might be able to go back out tomorrow, but then I see the huge puddle in the back, and it will be a couple of days. Besides, there are a lot of clouds still overhead, and it has already become overcast again.

Reading Life

After finishing "Rabid", I'm not actually sure where to fit it in my affections. I was a little surprised to see Ms. Kenyon turn the novel into a soap boxy affair about pedophiliac priests, going on to make a Utopian answer that could only play out in the dry pages of a novel.

I wish she had kept it real, leaving her characters to deal with a world that is often unjust and even downright nasty. Nevertheless, she brings a lot to her first novel, and I might be interested in reading it again, years down the road, at least one more time. For now, I'm going to give all my time to King Lear and Rosenberg's treatment of the play, and you cannot go wrong here.

Reading Life

After finishing "Rabid", I'm not actually sure where to fit it in my affections. I was a little surprised to see Ms. Kenyon turn the novel into a soap boxy affair about pedophiliac priests, going on to make a Utopian answer that could only play out in the dry pages of a novel.

I wish she had kept it real, leaving her characters to deal with a world that is often unjust and even downright nasty. Nevertheless, she brings a lot to her first novel, and I might be interested in reading it again, years down the road, at least one more time. For now, I'm going to give all my time to King Lear and Rosenberg's treatment of the play, and you cannot go wrong here.

Cats and Weather

Woo, 84 degrees!
It looks like the sun has won out for today.
Maybe the cats can have tomorrow after all.

But probably not tonight no matter what.
I cannot stand the image of them
coming inside in the morning caked in mud.

Though, Coco's plaintive meow is so sweet
compared to Sammy's more abrasive screech,
and there is Coco's gently wagging tail as
she looks out the window at the singing birds.

Cats and Weather

Woo, 84 degrees!
It looks like the sun has won out for today.
Maybe the cats can have tomorrow after all.

But probably not tonight no matter what.
I cannot stand the image of them
coming inside in the morning caked in mud.

Though, Coco's plaintive meow is so sweet
compared to Sammy's more abrasive screech,
and there is Coco's gently wagging tail as
she looks out the window at the singing birds.

Father

Father comes in practically singing,
"It's a beautiful day!
I hope winter's over."

I would appreciate it to dry,
but I dread the summer, myself,
a taste of hellfire.

Father

Father comes in practically singing,
"It's a beautiful day!
I hope winter's over."

I would appreciate it to dry,
but I dread the summer, myself,
a taste of hellfire.

Too Much Fool

The Fool suffers unrequited love for Cordelia? It’s another rich suggestion offered up in Rosenberg’s work that plucks at the heartstrings:

he pines for Cordelia, especially if he is seen with her in I, i. Such Fools can only pine; they must remain non-persons, like madmen, outside the world of normal intimate relationship. Some of Fool’s strangeness was suggested in a Norwegian “Lear” by a sad, spectral melody, plucked on strings, that accompanied his first entrance, and, in shreds and hints, followed him faintly in the storm.

“King Lear” really wasn’t among my top favorites, but this is an example of how Rosenberg can life up the play and help it to fly.

Too Much Fool

The Fool suffers unrequited love for Cordelia? It’s another rich suggestion offered up in Rosenberg’s work that plucks at the heartstrings:

he pines for Cordelia, especially if he is seen with her in I, i. Such Fools can only pine; they must remain non-persons, like madmen, outside the world of normal intimate relationship. Some of Fool’s strangeness was suggested in a Norwegian “Lear” by a sad, spectral melody, plucked on strings, that accompanied his first entrance, and, in shreds and hints, followed him faintly in the storm.

“King Lear” really wasn’t among my top favorites, but this is an example of how Rosenberg can life up the play and help it to fly.