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Shakespeare's Wood
by James Shammas (Age: 44)
copyright 03-12-2006


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
He thought he heard or overheard
A plot or play to kill the king,
Till Claudius and Polonius
Heard him hearing all of them,
Banishing him, this introspective
Hamlet, to the subliminal wood
Where the wary gravedigger fool
Heard it all-- all cyclewheeling
History-- this new-age Adam,
Joyce's Finnegan, Finn again,
This Humphrey Chimpden Earwicker.

This must be the forest, province
Of old Oberon and Titania,
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Where mortals frolick and scream
In this-- the Garden of Forking Paths--
The beginning end of Borge's maze,
Labyrinths inside of labyrinths
Where echoes of the wailing wind
And foggy phantoms flickering
Pull and play each plural one of us.

Are not all my home to the million
Fictive wizards, their spooky eyes
Glaring, staring, and peering back?
This cartoon wood: I still live here,
In this-- this place-- like Keats's
Wreathed trellis of the working brain,
Forging me forward to turn me back
A soaring spirit, a splitting soul
Whose toiling ego-- earth-eaten and stuck--
Stops cold in its muddy tracks.




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03-15-2006 Regina Pate    

Our life is a Fairy Tale. And someone is reading us. We live in paradise and we don't even know it. How do we know we are the real ones? If we only knew, we can have our cake and eat it too! Good job, great write, thanks

Gina


03-13-2006 Gregory Christiano    

Great selection of literary masterpieces, James, all melded together to form a link with one another. Interesting how each supports the other. It reverberates from the title to the last stanza. It all works. Intriguing.


03-07-2006 Mike Macdonald    

I gotta third what the other two said. At first, I'm kinda floating happily about in an innertube, then the next minute I'm swirling down the toilet bowl. As it is, it just sounds pretentious and silly. I would suggest toying with it more, and certainly reading it aloud, in order to figure out how to better convey what you're trying to say, if indeed you're trying to say anything. If you were just having fun, ignore my serious little post.


03-05-2006 Brian Dickenson    

I must agree with Debra Rose. At first I stayed with it, but then confusion set in. Even after a few reads.
Maybe it's to deep for us.
Is the reference to Pooh, Winnie?
I suppose Olivier would make it sound right, but then he could read the phone book and keep us entranced.
One thing that sticks in my mind from boyhood days is him stabbing someone through the Arras. I remember the whole school dissolving in laughter at that.


03-04-2006 Debra Rose    

I really liked the first part, but the last seemed a bit confusing. I thought it was funny how you described Hamlet, because that's my favorite play.

"Horatio, I'm dying. Horatio...I'm DEAD," I don't know, for some reason, I always burst out laughing at that line. Ah...want that to be my final words, XD hehe

This was really good, but the part after "all cyclewheeling history" got me a bit confused....maybe I'll have to read over it again.


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