Shakespeare Feeds My Mind
Each time I read upon Shakespearean Poetry I am flattered and flatteries nourishment does dine inside a famished mind, allures a zealous eye and rouses imagination’s hand to write. With these books that I have borrowed from the Library I have started already on ‘The Love Poetry Of Shakespeare’. All are extracts from his works be it sonnets or major plays but as I read his mind’s works I learn my own imagination and diversify my style. Tonight I have learnt of a new style that I wish to account myself for and that I have already began with in the first line of this entry.
My poems are fairly straight forward and when I get deep into it I just use larger words and intensified meanings. What I do is try and explain something the way it is. What Shakespeare used to do was use an element of nature as an example and at times he would treat natures elements as if they were made of flesh and had the same characteristics as himself. Therefor, elements took on human characteristics and I want to bring that element of explanation and broadening of explanation into my poems rather than explaining my point within a direct frame of mind.
What’s more, I’m going to expand or decrease the syllabic content of my sonnets and rearrange them somewhat when needed so that novelty can be the beneficent factor. There are many different types of Sonnets all with the same type of format but some with differentiating syllabic groups meaning more or less than ten syllables per line. Despite this difference Sonnets keep their order by having the same amount of syllables per line save for one or two odd extra syllables snuck in that I’ve noticed so far.
A Serbian Movie on Channel Two
Tonight I was watching a Serbian movie that I could understand as they were speaking Serbian which is almost Macedonian. While watching this interestingly motivational movie on Channel two I heard the main actor speak two influencing poems, one that I can recall almost word by word and recite it here. Once again, this poem used nature’s elements and gave them a sense of human characteristics. The first poem was about love and how much he loved his dear and I wish I had taped that part so I could remember resolutely the fabrication and marvel of that poem. The other poem I shall now recite as best I know and remember…
The Verse About the Wind
“Why does the wind blow whenever we are sad,
Why does it knock on our doors and tap on our windows,
Is it just air or does the wind cry with us”
There has been much learnt but still I am within a drought to think of much good ideas or elaborate upon them as it was possible at the start of this month. Despite the fact that I came up with the notion of giving nature’s elements human characteristics that only came with inspiration from the movie and Shakespeare’s improvisational writing. Still I am at a loss to effectively create thoughts and manipulate answers into calculative poetry but these building thoughts and distant ideas will soon resurrect my mind’s minstrel. For example, right now I could better explain how a moving landscape and time are similar in much less lines than my last Sonnet.
An Hour Lost to Imagination
Well, I’ve just spent an hour of my time lost and entranced in my motive of imagination. This imagination to my benefit and belief has given me my most exhilarating piece. Using such correct grammar and use of nature’s elements to tell the story I have once again tried to explain how time does affect and sometimes confuse the mind. This confusion is when a day or an hour passes and we think upon it as having been longer or shorter than usual.
Like this last hour or two I’ve just spent thinking on my poem. This last hour or two felt like time threw a blanket over me and in a sense with this blanket that time did use I lost track of time. Just looking at the clock now and as it reads 3:41 a.m. I am inclined to say “Where did the time go, it flowed so quick.”
On the other hand, if this poem only took me half an hour to complete and I looked at the time being shorter than I thought I would tend to say “That half an hour seemed such a long time, longer than what I thought. Thus, this poem represents time and it’s immature years playing tricks on earth’s mind and memories making it believe that some days are shorter than others or some minutes more prolonged than usual. Here’s the poem, then an explanation…
The Sonnet Itself
Time, Thou Art None But Confusing At Times
Time’s womb doth beget immature years,
That confuseth the mind of earth’s skin,
Whence heaven’s sultry eye doth yield leers,
Shall then night’s mistress attend earth’s spin,
Wer’t time’s pirouette that put to sleep,
And made unaware times rightful tick,
Childish time, makes day seem long or brief,
And tenders early mistress’s wick,
What shall I make of thee, nature’s time,
That ebbs and swells like yon breaking waves,
At times throws a blanket on earth’s grime,
And gilds what gilds when time misbehaves,
Time’s tricks to earth’s mem’ry falls on ears deaf,
As lungs of nature dost breathe a new breath,
My New System for Explaining
This Sonnet is much different to a normal piece that I have written. Firstly, all lines are written with only nine syllables in each line as opposed to ten and then last two lines finish with a rhyme and ten syllables each. Now believe me an explanation will ensue as I have a new system for explaining. Since there are fourteen lines in my Sonnet each line will have an ascending number.
When I speak of a particular line, say the first line of my Sonnet I will refer to it as (1.1) and the last line shall be (1.14). I’ve learnt this from reading exerts of the Shakespeare book so I’ll use that form to explain my thoughts without having to recite the whole line again as I previously did.
Time and Earth Take the Stage
The two main characters of this naturalistic play are unscrupulous time and that of a confused earth both being of nature who plays the overseeing role. Time does seem to confuse the mind of earth and it’s skin, (1.2) the skin being all that adorns such a place including mankind which dominates such skin. When the hot and humid eye of the sun smiles upon earth (1.3) shall then the night see the other half of the earth as it spins around (1.4). Was it time that continually rotated the sun and night to make a day (1.5) that confused earth of how long the day had been (1.6) subsequently putting earth to sleep (1.5).
It’s not asserted in the first four lines but time is the controlling factor over how long of time the sun can smile upon the earth and the night can reveal the stars. Because time is childish (1.7) it will extend or shorten the time of day to confuse earth’s skin (Being mankind and later established, mankind’s memory and recollection). If time also feels the need it will light mistress’s wick (1.8) earlier than usual and the flame produced will result in the coming sunset opening a door once again for day to arrive.
Why Gold Upon Gold
The Sonnet is differently broken up compared to the usual 4/4/4/2 pattern of normal Shakespearean Sonnets. Rather, this Sonnet exploits the 8/6 line division which comprises of an octave and a sestet. The latter part of this Sonnet, the sestet still signifies that time is childish and misbehaves but it changes pace to question time and ask what shall be done of nature’s time (1.9). What shall be done of time that increases and decreases the length of day (1.10) for a childish prank to earth. What shall be done of time that throws a blanket over the earth (1.11) to stop it from seeing time and only time.
Thus not knowing how much time has passed a person would tend to think time has passed quickly or poorly when earth is uncloaked. The word ‘Gild’ mentioned in (1.12) means to coat with a thin layer of gold and mentioned twice the line would mean ‘And makes look gold what makes look gold when time misbehaves’. To time, misbehaving is worth a thin layer of gold and when this childish behavior works and earth is confused time places gold upon gold which makes the reward twice as thick for misbehavior.
This is the reason that time makes our hours and minutes seem so long or short at times and with our responses that are worth gold to time we receive the same childish behavior time and time again. Nature is powerless to do anything about time’s trickery (1.13) as nature begins its course for another day of time rather sighing than breathing a breath. Well, that’s the whole story of my new sonnet and knowing that I must give it a name so that the name will live on in memory (forever shall it be on these here pages) the name shall be “Time, thou art none but confusing at times.”
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
