Tuesday, July 31, 2012

revival

Ok so, we all knew (and by 'we all' I mean me and the Russian advertisers who've been reading this blog diligently over the last year or so of my total non-attention) - THIS BLOG NEEDS AN OVERHAUL!

Or, this blog needs to die...

I'd be more than happy just to let it crumble and evaporate via my neglect - I have so many things I should be doing right now. Really should be doing. Y'know, stuff that might generate some income for eg...

BUT, whatever I do, whether I'm shopping with mum, cruising facebook or watching the Olympics coverage, William S continues to invade and stimulate my consciousness, whispering or shouting about the true riches of the English language, the remedy for mental impoverishment, the baselessness and triumphs of humanity, the need for God, the comic possibilities of Belgium.

SO, I am constrained! I can't just let this blog die, because Billy is still my constant companion!

I mean, I'm basically homeless at the moment, and only brought a scant carload of things back east with me originally, BUT, I not only included my craft stashes, favoured cookbooks (had to leave some behind though!), winter clothing and computer, I squeezed my Shakespeare in as well, and, just in case I'm caught without him, have of course downloaded him to my Kindle.

What am I to do? I keep reading him, so I'm going to have to keep going with this one outlet for my passion that won't bore all my friends to death because it's not a dinner party, it's the internet, and they can take or leave it as they like.

So, my next barrel of posts will have to be slightly retrospective, to catch up on the more recent Shakespearian moments in my life, but that taster is this.

I was standing on George St with my mum, waiting for the lights so we could enter the palace of Myer and spend lots of her money, and for some reason we were caught up in a conversation about language (I honestly don't know how that always happens to me... ... ... Ok, I do. I bring it up :-S But it's interesting!! Well anyways...).

Mum said a couple of teenage girls were moaning about why they have to study Shakespeare at school, because, "no one talks like that any more! That's like, 40 years old!"

Oh dear.

So anyway, the purpose of the blog will obviously change, but the central nexus remains the same. William so-called Shakespeare, possible historical figment of imagination, playwright? Actor? Gay? Name associated with gems of language, as hard as diamonds, and as everlasting.

This is the previous blurb of the blog - who was I kidding?!! (Well, myself...!)

I LIVE IN A WORLD WHERE EVERYONE, MYSELF INCLUDED, USES THE WORD 'RANDOM' FAR TOO MANY TIMES A DAY FOR IT TO REMAIN MEANINGFUL. OUR DICTIONARIES ARE SWOLLEN WITH NEW WORDS, AND YET ORWELL WAS RIGHT, OUR BREADTH OF USAGE IS SHRINKING. FOR SOME REASON, DESPITE A FULL AND BUSY LIFE, THIS ANGST ABOUT LANGUAGE, ABOUT MEANING, PROVOKES ME TO READ ALL OF SHAKESPEARE'S KNOWN PLAYS AND SONNETS, IN A YEAR, AND TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT... OR NOT. I MIGHT GET BORED OR BUSY, BUT I'LL TRY. HERE'S TO BILLY AND I.

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