5 April 2013: good congee
Good congee (not too watery): reading Hamlet: scene where Ghost first meets Hamlet saying “I am thy Father’s spirit”.
What About Them Bones on Epsom Heath?
I, that am rudely stamp’d, and want love’s majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail’d of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish’d, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Shakespeare, Richard III: Illustration: photograph of Leicester bones now known with effective (six sigma) certainty to be those of Richard Plantagenet/Crook Back/Gloucester/III, King of England.
You so tall and fair proport
May waste in hospital ere long
And Death’s harbinger, sickness, may with you sport
That one with Richard is thy song:
O let me die or be a villain
I am rack’d upon these twisted bones,
And it’s for nowt my tears be spillin’
And so many are my groans.
Twisted am I and in pain
But groaning man did never gain.
Edward G. Nilges, screw it