Art

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art, haiku, holiday, jealousy, National Gallery, Othello, poetry, Shakespear, Van Gogh

On spending three days in London

Night at theatre
Shakespeare’s Globe, Othello
Tension one can chew

Such vibrant beauty
The National Gallery
Vincent’s sunflowers

Shakespeare rocks

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acting, burlesgue, haiku, music, playhouse, Shakespear, Shakespeare, TheGlobe, Twelfth Night

Twelfth Night at The Globe
Burlesque rather than bawdy
How come a rock band?

‘O Romeo, Romeo’

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age, dotage, life, passion, poem, poetry, relationships, romance, Shakespear, youth

( an observation of my contemporaries, now I hate catching myself whistling)

Once the essence of romance,
now reduced to shadowing his wife
around charity shops and supermarkets,
his drawn cheeks constantly puckered with
that revolting suck, blow, tuneless
whistling that declares a man has entered his dotage,
devoid of the hope of passion
and surrendered to banality.
‘How does he love me?
With adoration, with fertile tears,
With groans that thunder love,
with sighs of fire.’
‘Yea.’

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