Archive for the ‘William Shakespeare’ Category

this petty pace from day to day

November 20, 2024

no not never darkness
empty ugly stupid
laughing evil putrid
nothing nowhere fear

falling filthy dingy ruin
senseless cracked crooked
smelly frigid fruitless
doomed dreary busted smear

cruel crappy murder
hateful burning blocked
hopeless sneering creepy

losing broken insincere

by Richard W. Bray

the grave where buried love doth live

June 11, 2024

People see things
People say things
Pulling petals from a rose
People try things
People hide things
They know everybody knows

People love things
People lose things
Drift away upon a breeze
People spill things
People kill things
Eyeballs swim in salty seas

People drop things
People break things
Shards and splinters fill the past
People shatter
People splatter
Like our dreams are made of glass

by Richard W. Bray

feet on the ground

February 23, 2024

Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.

Robert Frost

Got my feet on the ground
Looking at the stars
Crazy billionaires
Wanna fly away to Mars

Got my feet on the ground
Staring life in the face
Got oodles of compassion
For the human race

Got my feet on the ground
The body is the mind
No more wasted days
With my head in my behind

Got my feet on the ground
Got my head in the game
A flower is a flower
By any other name

Got my feet on the ground
Got my eye on you
Wubba dubba dubba
Woopty doopty do

by Richard W. Bray

Pretending Away

May 29, 2022

Telling more lies
To prove you aren't a liar
Committing arson
To cover up a fire

Pretending away
Facts that burn your soul
Pretending away
Truth that takes a toll

Festering lilies
Troubles grow like weeds
Caress and fondle
The monsters that you feed

Pretending away 
The pain and the smell
Pretending away
The things you never tell

Cardboard illusions
Menageries of glass 
Forsaken future
Imaginary past

Pretending away
What everybody sees
Pretending away
Your own reality

by Richard W. Bray

This Mortal Coil

August 28, 2020

Adam and Eve by Edvard Munch

In Love Medicine, a novel by Louise Erdrich, young Albertine Johnson is tasked with protecting the pies by her grandmother, who leaves a family gathering before it descends into drunken mayhem:

“They can eat!” Grandma yelled once more. “But save them pies!”

During the melee that ensues, Albertine heroically manages to prevent her cousin King from drowning his wife Lynette in the sink. But she can’t save the pies:

All the pies were smashed. Torn open. Black juice bleeding through the crusts. Bits of jagged shells were stuck to the wall and some were turned completely upside down. Chunks of rhubarb were scraped across the floor. Merengue dripped from the towels.

Later when she wakes up, Albertine does what she can for the pies:

I spooned the fillings back into the crusts, married the slabs of dough, smoothed over the edges of crusts with a wetted finger, fit crimps to crimps and even fluff to fluff on top of berries or pudding. I worked carefully for over an hour. But once they smash there is no way to put them right.

With the possible exception of Ella Fitzgerald singing Blue Skies, there’s no perfection in this world. We’re all broken in some way, just like those pies.

Christians tell us we’re living in a fallen world as punishment for the sins of Adam and Eve. I don’t believe this, but it’s a useful metaphor for the human condition.

It’s important to accept Existence on its own terms. Everything in this world is flawed. There’s a lot you can do to make life better for yourself and others, but you can’t fix the world; you can’t fix your friends; you can’t even fix yourself.

Like Albertine Johnson, you can try to make things better. If you try really hard, you might be as heroic as Albertine — you might even make the world a little bit more beautiful. Making the world a little bit more beautiful is a monumental achievement.

The Past Is Not the Future

How do we make the world a little bit better when human beings are so full of greed, stupidity, pettiness and cruelty? Well, it ain’t easy. But trying is all we have.

For example, we can learn from the past, but don’t get stuck there.

Sheryl Crow was right: Every day is a winding road, a new opportunity to try to do better.

The past is not the future; don’t make it a prison.

As T.S. Eliot reminds us:

The knowledge imposes a pattern, and falsifies,
For the pattern is new in every moment
And every moment is a new and shocking
Valuation of all we have been.

East Coker

You’ll never fix the world, but there are some helpful strategies for facing this mortal coil with dignity. You can start by taking a deep breath and letting it out really slow.

by Richard W. Bray

this tender box of bone and skin

January 5, 2019

The thousand natural shocks that flesh
is heir to
are there to
remind you
you’re alive

every cut
and every kiss
says you’re real
and you exist

This dappled world we’re living in
this tender box
of bone
and skin

every cut
and every kiss
says you’re real
and you exist

by Richard W. Bray

happiness is sad song

July 1, 2017

Happiness is a sad song
Charles Schultz

Everything was beautiful
Until it went wrong
Happiness
Is sad song

Weeping for Hecuba
And all those hurts beyond
Happiness
Is sad song

Poking ancient agony
Clutching what is gone
Happiness
Is sad song

Accepting my reality:
I loved you all along
Happiness
Is sad song

by Richard W. Bray

Abelard and Héloise are Dead

December 7, 2016

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Abelard and Héloise are dead
It doesn’t really matter what they said
Get your pretty face out of that book
Nature got a need for us to cook

Juliet and Romeo ain’t real
We can vanquish love like it’s a meal
Ravish and devour me till dawn
Live the life we got until it’s gone

Helena and Paris stole away
That’s what you and me should do today
Spirit me away in dark of night
Enchant me in delirious delight

Mark Antony and Cleo had their time
So we should make the most of yours and mine
Living blood is scorching through our veins
Let’s drink each other up just like Champagne

by Richard W. Bray

Sweetest Nut

December 2, 2016

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Sweetest nut hath sourest rind;
Such a nut is Rosalind.

Touchstone, from As You Like It by William Shakespeare

Do you have a secret
That you’re too afraid to tell?
Are you delicate and tender
Underneath your heavy shell?

Have you suffered shocks and stings?
Did you build a barricade?
Did you turn those slings and arrows
To a daunting palisade?

Can you let me in your fortress?
Is it big enough for two?
Can we fortify each other?
Or is your castle just for you?

by Richard W. Bray

not a sometimes thing

June 27, 2016

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William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

I love you when you’re mean
I love you when you’re mad
I love you when you’re angry
I love you when you’re bad

Love is not a smorgasbord
For me to pick and choose
Always have to clean my plate
When I’m digesting you

I love you when you pout
I love you when you cry
I love you when you’re dirty
I’ll love you till I die

Love is not a sometimes thing
Love is not a switch
I love you as an angel
I love you as a bitch

by Richard W. Bray