How does a Shakespearean sonnet published over 400 years ago still hold value in our modern day?
Well for one the Bard was one brilliant son of a bitch.
Most of this sonnet speaks of despair, jealousy, envy and regret. Things we have all experienced at some point in our lives.
The line I grabbed for the chalkboard this morning is where Billy realizes that he can rise above these feelings.
Soaring over all the negativity like a lark.
The days we spend on earth can seem dark and gloomy. If we reach down and grab the strength within us our days can be filled with love and satisfaction.
Sonnets or self help books might be great therapy, but all the poetry and motivation you need started when your feet hit the ground this morning.
It’s Monday morning and I’m a Lark flying over the western part of Chicagoland. I’m not going to let the bullshit trapped in sullen Cook County ruin the first week of May.
I’m going to spread JumboLove to all I see so someday I’ll walk straight through the turnstile into the eternal beer garden.
Rutabaga is going to be in my produce box this week. Rutabaga was something my gramma and great aunts always had around.
All these years I don’t even know what the hell rutabaga is!
Who has a good rutabaga recipe?
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Sonnet 29
