Shakespearian Challenge.

[Carl East]

Here's a challenge for you, come up with a paragraph that looks and feels almost Shakespearian. I'll go first.


Thou eyes were bereft of feeling as art thou touch, whose coldness upon thy skin makes one shudder. Let not the light dim thy glow, as would the act of death diminish thy features. Yonder they come inexplicably towards my ruin, yet in innocence I stand before thee. Thine eyes betray thee you believe such rumours to have foundation.

Carl

 

[Guest]

Carl, that is truly terrible. Thee, thou, thine, etc. do not alone make up Elizabethan English, let alone Shakespearean verse. BTW, "inexplicable" is way out of place.

I love Shakespeare and would not dare even parody his work*.

Have fun, though.

Perdita

*not out of bardic reverence, I simply cannot do it.

 

[Carl East]

Carl, that is truly terrible. Thee, thou, thine, etc. do not alone make up Elizabethan English, let alone Shakespearean verse. BTW, "inexplicable" is way out of place.

I love Shakespeare and would not dare even parody his work.

Have fun, though.

Perdita

I wanted it to feel like shakespere, not BE Shakespere. Perhaps I was trying too hard for an idea to make up a thread of my own.



Carl

 

[Guest]

Carl, I hope I did not come across harshly. You did make me laugh. Yes, one might only sound or read "like" Shakespeare, but besides the archaic words, you must needs have a playfulness or elegance to the phrasing or verses, and much entendre or irony.

I won't go on, just wanted to be sure I had not offended you.

best, Perdita

 

[Carl East]

I won't go on, just wanted to be sure I had not offended you.

best, Perdita

It would take more than that to offend me gorgeous. I just wanted to present a challenge, I failed this time but watch out I'm full of surprises. lol



Carl

 

[Octavian]

How about?

Mine heart doth pound at thy lovely countenance.
Fancy a shag?


Octavian

 

[Guest]

Re: How about?

Mine heart doth pound at thy lovely countenance.
Fancy a shag?

Precious, Oct.

Perdita

 

[gauchecritic]

Not Shakespeare but Yorkshire.

I'll tell thee once. Ish'll not tell thee again. More than once would be a bore, perhaps not for thee but assuredly for me. I'll tell thee, but I'll whisper. So that if thy doesn't listen, thy'll not here't. but mark me well, I'll tell't thee with my eyes, I'll tell't with my body and if you but watch and listen, closely and without a glance or eyes cast about, you'll hear it every day.

"Every day?" you ask, "Then it must bear repeating."

And I sh'll answer; When I tell it thee, I'll tell it only once. But that once will last until your sight fails. That once will last until your hearing fades. That once will last forever. You have but to see to know that everyday from this time until the end of time "I love thee."

Gauche

 

[Carl East]

Re: Not Shakespeare but Yorkshire.

I'll tell thee once. Ish'll not tell thee again. More than once would be a bore, perhaps not for thee but assuredly for me. I'll tell thee, but I'll whisper. So that if thy doesn't listen, thy'll not here't. but mark me well, I'll tell't thee with my eyes, I'll tell't with my body and if you but watch and listen, closely and without a glance or eyes cast about, you'll hear it every day.

"Every day?" you ask, "Then it must bear repeating."

And I sh'll answer; When I tell it thee, I'll tell it only once. But that once will last until your sight fails. That once will last until your hearing fades. That once will last forever. You have but to see to know that everyday from this time until the end of time "I love thee."

Gauche

Now this is the sort of thing I was after.

Thanks Gauche

Carl

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Not Shakespeare but Yorkshire.

Now this is the sort of thing I was after.

Yes, me too.

P.

 

[Wills]

Thou'st penned it well, lad.

 

[darrenfate]

What can be nobler than a woman's gaze? A gaze in which her orbs rest upon mine own, taunting yet compelling. As if to say "Keep your distance knave" yet in the next breath beseeching "Come hither".

It is not infernal wine has besotted my faculties no, I am clear headed and as sane as the head magistrate in Verona's court. Verily I tell you that she exudes both messages at the same instant, with one look.

Her gaze is pure and from the heart, for every woman both wants her freedom yet lives in terror of abject lonliness. As the object of her attention, I am compelled to give her whatever she craves from me, she has but to command ...

 

[Guest]

... her orbs rest upon mine own ...

This conjured forth an image of eyeball on eyeball action, more humourous than metaphorical.

Perdita

 

[champagne1982]

Ressurect the bard you say?
A pox upon thy tongue!
You dance your 'strophes through twisted turns
and leave the best unsung.
Forego the blathering idiot and taste some sweeter prose
There's a nose for sniffing out
Beleagured bits of stammering as even
Dead Yorick knows.

We've Shakespeare cumming out our ears
His sonnets and plays march on.
But you and I know
If we but wait
Someone shall bare her breast
Shred her soul and leave ashes in her hair
If we keep on with the massacre of an
Elizabethan memory.

 

[jeanne_d_artois]

Done that

Danish Parody

Jeanne

 

[Carl East]

Re: Done that

Danish Parody

Jeanne

Here's me thinking it was an original idea, who knew?

Carl