Hamletmaschine: Your Opinion of Ben Jonson please!

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VII: Song: That Women Are But Men's Shadows

Follow a shadow, it still flies to you;
Seem to fly it, it will pursue;
So court a mistress, she denies you;
Let her alone, she will court you.
Say, are not women truly, then,
Styled but the shadows of us men?
At morn, and even, shades are longest;
At noon, they are short or none;
So men at weakest, they are strongest,
But grant us perfect, they're not known.
Say, are not women truly, then,
Styled but the shadows of us men?
 
Ben Johnson was an asshole. Though he did lend his initials to one of my favorite things in this world.
 
Hamletmaschine said:
Ben Johnson was an asshole. Though he did lend his initials to one of my favorite things in this world.

LMAO

Yeah, and Shakespeare was a fag. heh!
 
Remember his shoulder muscle at the Olympics in 1988? Damn that man must have shot up more than William Burroughs.
 
modest mouse said:
Remember his shoulder muscle at the Olympics in 1988? Damn that man must have shot up more than William Burroughs.

But his writing went to shit after that, unlike Burroughs'.
 
seXieleXie said:


hey have you read the sonnetts?
:cool:

Yes. Rennaisance Poetry and Poetics. I forgot the course number. We dissected the sonnets.

The expense of spirit in a waist of shame...... Sonnet 23, I think.

Fuck Dr. Brian Striar. He can kiss my rebellious ass.
 
Hamletmaschine said:
But his writing went to shit after that, unlike Burroughs'.

Give the man a break, he is Canadian. Its like if Pele was born with a club foot.
 
I got a feelin' inside (Can't explain)
Certain kind (can't explain)
Feel hot cold (can't explain)
.........


Dance people!
 
riff...

Party at my place, we need someone to play Keith Moon.

You up to it?
 
modest mouse said:
riff...

Party at my place, we need someone to play Keith Moon.

You up to it?

Hehehe.... Do I have to die in the end?
 
modest mouse said:


Optional death but the pool dive is mandatory; thems da breaks.

I think I could do a damned good Keith Moon. His teacher told him he had no musical talent. Yeah, right.

Fiddle about.... fiddle about

fiddle about!
 
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