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Tuesday - Stonehenge, Avebury, and Bath
So here's the deal. An 8:30 departure time after you've slept two and a half hours in a makeshift bed from a couple of chairs is effing terrible. It would have been otherwise, except we got a visit from our furry little friend the mouse rummaging through our trashcan. So all three of us (me, Allison, and the visiting friend) made a break for it, left the room, and then camped out in the classroom. Not fun. But there were no mice. And now we have a Facebook group titled "I Want My Daddy Here And Your Daddy Too." Even though my dad would have laughed uproariously at us. :P So yes. We left at 8:30 and I was exhausted.
It was about two hours (a little longer, I think, but my watch died so I suck at judging time) to Stonehenge and it was kind of cool because we drove over a hill and... there it was! In a way it was really cool because STONEHENGE but on the other hand it was kind of lame because they had it roped off and basically all you did was walk around it in a huge circle. I would have liked to go closer, but if wishes were horses we'd all be eating steak. (Mm, steak...)
Megan. She sort of jumped into my shot, so whatever.
This is actually the first marking stone. There are two today but there used to be four. We don't know what they were for, but we do know that one marks where the sun rise hits on the summer equinox, and the other on the winter solstice. So our best guess is that it has something to do with that.
This is me. In front of Stonehenge. SEE, I WAS REALLY THERE. It reminds me of the photograph of Diana Gabaldon in the back of some of the Outlander books.
It just struck me that we moved around the stone circle in an anti-clockwise manner, which is a no no according to the Warlord trilogy by Bernard Cornwell. And yes, I do realize what just came out of my mouth (rather, fingers). I'm halfway through the third book, I don't want it to end because I know it's not going to end happily. ;_;
Okay, enough of that.
Overall I give the a thumbs up. It would be two except I had to hold the camera.
Mural in the subway, woohoo. :D
I have to say that while Stonehenge was cool, but Avebury was also cool in its own way, because you could go right up to the stones. It wasn't a huge circle in the sense that Stonehenge is, but there were standing stones. Although I also have to say that while the stones were cool, they had the most uninspiring restaurant ever.
Another reason that this is different from Stonehenge: a farmer readying his field for planting... among standing stones.
Again, another picture that I took myself. I wasn't so much with the big group thing yesterday because I wasn't feeling well and honestly... I have one nerve left and everyone kept dancing on it.
The church was so pretty, I needed a picture of it.
The village (and it really was a village) was tiny, and sort of idyllic in a way. Just the sort of place faeries would run around standing stones, I'd imagine. :)
After that it took about forty-five minutes to reach Bath (for which I slept), and we went to the Roman baths and then were allowed to wander around. It's good stuff. Lots and lots of history. :] I bought a button and a charm for my charm bracelet of a Roman centurion. Come on, where else am I going to get one of those? I also bought awesome fudge.
Okay, we entered the museum and the way I understand it, the baths themselves were Roman, from two thousand years ago, and the columns and terrace that we entered on were Victorian.
There were all these statues of what I can say with some measure of confidence were emperors. The two in the immediately above photograph were Julius Caesar and Claudius, although I couldn't read the other ones. One of them has "Magnus" though, so I figured...
The bath. There was steam rising from the water and it looked SO inviting. I was like, yeah, I could stand to take a dip.
The abbey from where I took the last photo - it's REALLY close together.
The view back from the other side of the terrace.
What is known as the sacred spring, of Minerva/Sulis (a Roman/British goddess, respectively). It was interesting because I visited Bath, and then in the warlord trilogy book I'm finishing with they visited Bath (rather, Aquae Sulis)...
Bits of pediment from the temple of Minerva that had been built on the spot.
A drain from the main bath that carries water all the way to the Avon.
Overflow from the sacred spring.
A circular bath that had water from the sacred spring and was quite like a hot tub. My audio guide said it wasn't just refreshment, it was a religious experience "because the people in the water knew that the goddess was sustaining them." I was busy concentrating on how much I liked the sound of a hot tub.
These may look like weird little gravestones or whatnot, but they have a practical person. The floor used to rest on top of these tile piles, and slaves would light small fires down there and that was how the house was heated. Pity the slave whose job it was to get in there and sweep out the soot.
The grand bath from ground level - this was actually ground level when the Romans settled, today it's about 6 meters below the rest of Bath's ground level.
An original lead pipe that carried water to the grand bath.
More sacred spring:
Um. Bath, anyone? x_x
After that I left the baths because, seriously, unless they were going to let me take a dip (which they weren't), there wasn't much else to do. Until the 1970's, they let you do that, but they can't anymore for health reasons because they can't treat the water since it would erode the Roman architecture. Come on... :(
The west end of the abbey.
Angels climbing ladders. This was kind of cool.
I don't know who this is but he's pulling a Croaker and doesn't have any hands.
I took this picture when I came out of the fudge shop.
East end of the abbey.
W00t! :)
So, yeah. That was pretty much the trip. It was a nice day too, good weather, no rain whatsoever. It would have been better if I didn't feel like I'd been run over by a lorry, but you can't have it all.
And because Kitty wanted to see it, here is my response to Much Ado About Nothing at the Globe, in iambic pentameter. I would like to be able to blame something or someone, but I can't. This was all me and my search to fulfill Neil's request for creativity. I also responded to Peer Gynt in the form of an obituary. Sarah did her response to The Man of Mode in limericks, why can't I do bad iambic pentameter. Anyway, the meter's off in some places and the last paragraph says it all, I think. XD
Never did I perceive the majesty
Of theatre in such historic place:
The Globe, white paint glowing, brown beams dark,
Beacon in darkness of dreary March night.
“The play’s the thing” sayeth the bard; this night
The play be Much Ado About Nothing.
Much Ado did much, making the stage thrive
With mirth and music, passion and marked
Wit. Where technology this theatre lacks
(No spectacle or dazzle does it show)
Atmosphere is rich and no falseness shows.
True Shakespearean artistry does thrive there,
That place created once more on London’s
South bank.
Updated costuming, as it was, was
A pleasure to behold. When such a thing
Takes place it seems a serious thing, making
Audience for hidden meaning look, be it
Politics or some other underline.
But careful thought or examination
Was not behind this. One could postulate
Forever on the little details of
What and why, when sometimes it is all right
To just accept the gesture as nothing
More.
It seemed to me that time had sped up so
The play was shorter, and given school kids
Much of the audience made, it made a sense
To me. To say I wished it no other way
Would be a lie, although enjoyable
It was. Experience tells me that kids,
No matter how well-tempered, will not sit
For three hour’s time, and only fools would think
To ask. The So here's the deal. An 8:30 departure time after you've slept two and a half hours in a makeshift bed from a couple of chairs is effing terrible. It would have been otherwise, except we got a visit from our furry little friend the mouse rummaging through our trashcan. So all three of us (me, Allison, and the visiting friend) made a break for it, left the room, and then camped out in the classroom. Not fun. But there were no mice. And now we have a Facebook group titled "I Want My Daddy Here And Your Daddy Too." Even though my dad would have laughed uproariously at us. :P So yes. We left at 8:30 and I was exhausted.
It was about two hours (a little longer, I think, but my watch died so I suck at judging time) to Stonehenge and it was kind of cool because we drove over a hill and... there it was! In a way it was really cool because STONEHENGE but on the other hand it was kind of lame because they had it roped off and basically all you did was walk around it in a huge circle. I would have liked to go closer, but if wishes were horses we'd all be eating steak. (Mm, steak...)
Megan. She sort of jumped into my shot, so whatever.
This is actually the first marking stone. There are two today but there used to be four. We don't know what they were for, but we do know that one marks where the sun rise hits on the summer equinox, and the other on the winter solstice. So our best guess is that it has something to do with that.
This is me. In front of Stonehenge. SEE, I WAS REALLY THERE. It reminds me of the photograph of Diana Gabaldon in the back of some of the Outlander books.
It just struck me that we moved around the stone circle in an anti-clockwise manner, which is a no no according to the Warlord trilogy by Bernard Cornwell. And yes, I do realize what just came out of my mouth (rather, fingers). I'm halfway through the third book, I don't want it to end because I know it's not going to end happily. ;_;
Okay, enough of that.
Overall I give the a thumbs up. It would be two except I had to hold the camera.
Mural in the subway, woohoo. :D
I have to say that while Stonehenge was cool, but Avebury was also cool in its own way, because you could go right up to the stones. It wasn't a huge circle in the sense that Stonehenge is, but there were standing stones. Although I also have to say that while the stones were cool, they had the most uninspiring restaurant ever.
Another reason that this is different from Stonehenge: a farmer readying his field for planting... among standing stones.
Again, another picture that I took myself. I wasn't so much with the big group thing yesterday because I wasn't feeling well and honestly... I have one nerve left and everyone kept dancing on it.
The church was so pretty, I needed a picture of it.
The village (and it really was a village) was tiny, and sort of idyllic in a way. Just the sort of place faeries would run around standing stones, I'd imagine. :)
After that it took about forty-five minutes to reach Bath (for which I slept), and we went to the Roman baths and then were allowed to wander around. It's good stuff. Lots and lots of history. :] I bought a button and a charm for my charm bracelet of a Roman centurion. Come on, where else am I going to get one of those? I also bought awesome fudge.
Okay, we entered the museum and the way I understand it, the baths themselves were Roman, from two thousand years ago, and the columns and terrace that we entered on were Victorian.
There were all these statues of what I can say with some measure of confidence were emperors. The two in the immediately above photograph were Julius Caesar and Claudius, although I couldn't read the other ones. One of them has "Magnus" though, so I figured...
The bath. There was steam rising from the water and it looked SO inviting. I was like, yeah, I could stand to take a dip.
The abbey from where I took the last photo - it's REALLY close together.
The view back from the other side of the terrace.
What is known as the sacred spring, of Minerva/Sulis (a Roman/British goddess, respectively). It was interesting because I visited Bath, and then in the warlord trilogy book I'm finishing with they visited Bath (rather, Aquae Sulis)...
Bits of pediment from the temple of Minerva that had been built on the spot.
A drain from the main bath that carries water all the way to the Avon.
Overflow from the sacred spring.
A circular bath that had water from the sacred spring and was quite like a hot tub. My audio guide said it wasn't just refreshment, it was a religious experience "because the people in the water knew that the goddess was sustaining them." I was busy concentrating on how much I liked the sound of a hot tub.
These may look like weird little gravestones or whatnot, but they have a practical person. The floor used to rest on top of these tile piles, and slaves would light small fires down there and that was how the house was heated. Pity the slave whose job it was to get in there and sweep out the soot.
The grand bath from ground level - this was actually ground level when the Romans settled, today it's about 6 meters below the rest of Bath's ground level.
An original lead pipe that carried water to the grand bath.
More sacred spring:
Um. Bath, anyone? x_x
After that I left the baths because, seriously, unless they were going to let me take a dip (which they weren't), there wasn't much else to do. Until the 1970's, they let you do that, but they can't anymore for health reasons because they can't treat the water since it would erode the Roman architecture. Come on... :(
The west end of the abbey.
Angels climbing ladders. This was kind of cool.
I don't know who this is but he's pulling a Croaker and doesn't have any hands.
I took this picture when I came out of the fudge shop.
East end of the abbey.
W00t! :)
So, yeah. That was pretty much the trip. It was a nice day too, good weather, no rain whatsoever. It would have been better if I didn't feel like I'd been run over by a lorry, but you can't have it all.
And because Kitty wanted to see it, here is my response to Much Ado About Nothing at the Globe, in iambic pentameter. I would like to be able to blame something or someone, but I can't. This was all me and my search to fulfill Neil's request for creativity. I also responded to Peer Gynt in the form of an obituary. Sarah did her response to The Man of Mode in limericks, why can't I do bad iambic pentameter. Anyway, the meter's off in some places and the last paragraph says it all, I think. XD
Never did I perceive the majesty
Of theatre in such historic place:
The Globe, white paint glowing, brown beams dark,
Beacon in darkness of dreary March night.
“The play’s the thing” sayeth the bard; this night
The play be Much Ado About Nothing.
Much Ado did much, making the stage thrive
With mirth and music, passion and marked
Wit. Where technology this theatre lacks
(No spectacle or dazzle does it show)
Atmosphere is rich and no falseness shows.
True Shakespearean artistry does thrive there,
That place created once more on London’s
South bank.
Updated costuming, as it was, was
A pleasure to behold. When such a thing
Takes place it seems a serious thing, making
Audience for hidden meaning look, be it
Politics or some other underline.
But careful thought or examination
Was not behind this. One could postulate
Forever on the little details of
What and why, when sometimes it is all right
To just accept the gesture as nothing
More.
It seemed to me that time had sped up so
The play was shorter, and given school kids
Much of the audience made, it made a sense
To me. To say I wished it no other way
Would be a lie, although enjoyable
It was. Experience tells me that kids,
No matter how well-tempered, will not sit
For three hour’s time, and only fools would think
To ask. The two hour version of the tale
Its purpose served and all were merry, so
It cannot be considered faulty.
I am afraid my words do nothing but
A loon of my professor make, and so
‘The end’ I call this part of my response.
Beseech thee, Neil, I do, for when you put
Your pen to paper, making checks to grade,
Remember that you asked us for our work
To be creative, and so, I have pulled
Out all the stops on ingenuity
And thus, have either failed fantastically
Or have created such a work the bard
Would smile with humor (hopefully not cry
Out of despair, for all I’ve done is try)!
I already handed it in, so con-crit will not be helpful. Flames will be used to heat my toes and pop my microwave popcorn. :P
It was about two hours (a little longer, I think, but my watch died so I suck at judging time) to Stonehenge and it was kind of cool because we drove over a hill and... there it was! In a way it was really cool because STONEHENGE but on the other hand it was kind of lame because they had it roped off and basically all you did was walk around it in a huge circle. I would have liked to go closer, but if wishes were horses we'd all be eating steak. (Mm, steak...)
Megan. She sort of jumped into my shot, so whatever.
This is actually the first marking stone. There are two today but there used to be four. We don't know what they were for, but we do know that one marks where the sun rise hits on the summer equinox, and the other on the winter solstice. So our best guess is that it has something to do with that.
This is me. In front of Stonehenge. SEE, I WAS REALLY THERE. It reminds me of the photograph of Diana Gabaldon in the back of some of the Outlander books.
It just struck me that we moved around the stone circle in an anti-clockwise manner, which is a no no according to the Warlord trilogy by Bernard Cornwell. And yes, I do realize what just came out of my mouth (rather, fingers). I'm halfway through the third book, I don't want it to end because I know it's not going to end happily. ;_;
Okay, enough of that.
Overall I give the a thumbs up. It would be two except I had to hold the camera.
Mural in the subway, woohoo. :D
I have to say that while Stonehenge was cool, but Avebury was also cool in its own way, because you could go right up to the stones. It wasn't a huge circle in the sense that Stonehenge is, but there were standing stones. Although I also have to say that while the stones were cool, they had the most uninspiring restaurant ever.
Another reason that this is different from Stonehenge: a farmer readying his field for planting... among standing stones.
Again, another picture that I took myself. I wasn't so much with the big group thing yesterday because I wasn't feeling well and honestly... I have one nerve left and everyone kept dancing on it.
The church was so pretty, I needed a picture of it.
The village (and it really was a village) was tiny, and sort of idyllic in a way. Just the sort of place faeries would run around standing stones, I'd imagine. :)
After that it took about forty-five minutes to reach Bath (for which I slept), and we went to the Roman baths and then were allowed to wander around. It's good stuff. Lots and lots of history. :] I bought a button and a charm for my charm bracelet of a Roman centurion. Come on, where else am I going to get one of those? I also bought awesome fudge.
Okay, we entered the museum and the way I understand it, the baths themselves were Roman, from two thousand years ago, and the columns and terrace that we entered on were Victorian.
There were all these statues of what I can say with some measure of confidence were emperors. The two in the immediately above photograph were Julius Caesar and Claudius, although I couldn't read the other ones. One of them has "Magnus" though, so I figured...
The bath. There was steam rising from the water and it looked SO inviting. I was like, yeah, I could stand to take a dip.
The abbey from where I took the last photo - it's REALLY close together.
The view back from the other side of the terrace.
What is known as the sacred spring, of Minerva/Sulis (a Roman/British goddess, respectively). It was interesting because I visited Bath, and then in the warlord trilogy book I'm finishing with they visited Bath (rather, Aquae Sulis)...
Bits of pediment from the temple of Minerva that had been built on the spot.
A drain from the main bath that carries water all the way to the Avon.
Overflow from the sacred spring.
A circular bath that had water from the sacred spring and was quite like a hot tub. My audio guide said it wasn't just refreshment, it was a religious experience "because the people in the water knew that the goddess was sustaining them." I was busy concentrating on how much I liked the sound of a hot tub.
These may look like weird little gravestones or whatnot, but they have a practical person. The floor used to rest on top of these tile piles, and slaves would light small fires down there and that was how the house was heated. Pity the slave whose job it was to get in there and sweep out the soot.
The grand bath from ground level - this was actually ground level when the Romans settled, today it's about 6 meters below the rest of Bath's ground level.
An original lead pipe that carried water to the grand bath.
More sacred spring:
Um. Bath, anyone? x_x
After that I left the baths because, seriously, unless they were going to let me take a dip (which they weren't), there wasn't much else to do. Until the 1970's, they let you do that, but they can't anymore for health reasons because they can't treat the water since it would erode the Roman architecture. Come on... :(
The west end of the abbey.
Angels climbing ladders. This was kind of cool.
I don't know who this is but he's pulling a Croaker and doesn't have any hands.
I took this picture when I came out of the fudge shop.
East end of the abbey.
W00t! :)
So, yeah. That was pretty much the trip. It was a nice day too, good weather, no rain whatsoever. It would have been better if I didn't feel like I'd been run over by a lorry, but you can't have it all.
And because Kitty wanted to see it, here is my response to Much Ado About Nothing at the Globe, in iambic pentameter. I would like to be able to blame something or someone, but I can't. This was all me and my search to fulfill Neil's request for creativity. I also responded to Peer Gynt in the form of an obituary. Sarah did her response to The Man of Mode in limericks, why can't I do bad iambic pentameter. Anyway, the meter's off in some places and the last paragraph says it all, I think. XD
Never did I perceive the majesty
Of theatre in such historic place:
The Globe, white paint glowing, brown beams dark,
Beacon in darkness of dreary March night.
“The play’s the thing” sayeth the bard; this night
The play be Much Ado About Nothing.
Much Ado did much, making the stage thrive
With mirth and music, passion and marked
Wit. Where technology this theatre lacks
(No spectacle or dazzle does it show)
Atmosphere is rich and no falseness shows.
True Shakespearean artistry does thrive there,
That place created once more on London’s
South bank.
Updated costuming, as it was, was
A pleasure to behold. When such a thing
Takes place it seems a serious thing, making
Audience for hidden meaning look, be it
Politics or some other underline.
But careful thought or examination
Was not behind this. One could postulate
Forever on the little details of
What and why, when sometimes it is all right
To just accept the gesture as nothing
More.
It seemed to me that time had sped up so
The play was shorter, and given school kids
Much of the audience made, it made a sense
To me. To say I wished it no other way
Would be a lie, although enjoyable
It was. Experience tells me that kids,
No matter how well-tempered, will not sit
For three hour’s time, and only fools would think
To ask. The So here's the deal. An 8:30 departure time after you've slept two and a half hours in a makeshift bed from a couple of chairs is effing terrible. It would have been otherwise, except we got a visit from our furry little friend the mouse rummaging through our trashcan. So all three of us (me, Allison, and the visiting friend) made a break for it, left the room, and then camped out in the classroom. Not fun. But there were no mice. And now we have a Facebook group titled "I Want My Daddy Here And Your Daddy Too." Even though my dad would have laughed uproariously at us. :P So yes. We left at 8:30 and I was exhausted.
It was about two hours (a little longer, I think, but my watch died so I suck at judging time) to Stonehenge and it was kind of cool because we drove over a hill and... there it was! In a way it was really cool because STONEHENGE but on the other hand it was kind of lame because they had it roped off and basically all you did was walk around it in a huge circle. I would have liked to go closer, but if wishes were horses we'd all be eating steak. (Mm, steak...)
Megan. She sort of jumped into my shot, so whatever.
This is actually the first marking stone. There are two today but there used to be four. We don't know what they were for, but we do know that one marks where the sun rise hits on the summer equinox, and the other on the winter solstice. So our best guess is that it has something to do with that.
This is me. In front of Stonehenge. SEE, I WAS REALLY THERE. It reminds me of the photograph of Diana Gabaldon in the back of some of the Outlander books.
It just struck me that we moved around the stone circle in an anti-clockwise manner, which is a no no according to the Warlord trilogy by Bernard Cornwell. And yes, I do realize what just came out of my mouth (rather, fingers). I'm halfway through the third book, I don't want it to end because I know it's not going to end happily. ;_;
Okay, enough of that.
Overall I give the a thumbs up. It would be two except I had to hold the camera.
Mural in the subway, woohoo. :D
I have to say that while Stonehenge was cool, but Avebury was also cool in its own way, because you could go right up to the stones. It wasn't a huge circle in the sense that Stonehenge is, but there were standing stones. Although I also have to say that while the stones were cool, they had the most uninspiring restaurant ever.
Another reason that this is different from Stonehenge: a farmer readying his field for planting... among standing stones.
Again, another picture that I took myself. I wasn't so much with the big group thing yesterday because I wasn't feeling well and honestly... I have one nerve left and everyone kept dancing on it.
The church was so pretty, I needed a picture of it.
The village (and it really was a village) was tiny, and sort of idyllic in a way. Just the sort of place faeries would run around standing stones, I'd imagine. :)
After that it took about forty-five minutes to reach Bath (for which I slept), and we went to the Roman baths and then were allowed to wander around. It's good stuff. Lots and lots of history. :] I bought a button and a charm for my charm bracelet of a Roman centurion. Come on, where else am I going to get one of those? I also bought awesome fudge.
Okay, we entered the museum and the way I understand it, the baths themselves were Roman, from two thousand years ago, and the columns and terrace that we entered on were Victorian.
There were all these statues of what I can say with some measure of confidence were emperors. The two in the immediately above photograph were Julius Caesar and Claudius, although I couldn't read the other ones. One of them has "Magnus" though, so I figured...
The bath. There was steam rising from the water and it looked SO inviting. I was like, yeah, I could stand to take a dip.
The abbey from where I took the last photo - it's REALLY close together.
The view back from the other side of the terrace.
What is known as the sacred spring, of Minerva/Sulis (a Roman/British goddess, respectively). It was interesting because I visited Bath, and then in the warlord trilogy book I'm finishing with they visited Bath (rather, Aquae Sulis)...
Bits of pediment from the temple of Minerva that had been built on the spot.
A drain from the main bath that carries water all the way to the Avon.
Overflow from the sacred spring.
A circular bath that had water from the sacred spring and was quite like a hot tub. My audio guide said it wasn't just refreshment, it was a religious experience "because the people in the water knew that the goddess was sustaining them." I was busy concentrating on how much I liked the sound of a hot tub.
These may look like weird little gravestones or whatnot, but they have a practical person. The floor used to rest on top of these tile piles, and slaves would light small fires down there and that was how the house was heated. Pity the slave whose job it was to get in there and sweep out the soot.
The grand bath from ground level - this was actually ground level when the Romans settled, today it's about 6 meters below the rest of Bath's ground level.
An original lead pipe that carried water to the grand bath.
More sacred spring:
Um. Bath, anyone? x_x
After that I left the baths because, seriously, unless they were going to let me take a dip (which they weren't), there wasn't much else to do. Until the 1970's, they let you do that, but they can't anymore for health reasons because they can't treat the water since it would erode the Roman architecture. Come on... :(
The west end of the abbey.
Angels climbing ladders. This was kind of cool.
I don't know who this is but he's pulling a Croaker and doesn't have any hands.
I took this picture when I came out of the fudge shop.
East end of the abbey.
W00t! :)
So, yeah. That was pretty much the trip. It was a nice day too, good weather, no rain whatsoever. It would have been better if I didn't feel like I'd been run over by a lorry, but you can't have it all.
And because Kitty wanted to see it, here is my response to Much Ado About Nothing at the Globe, in iambic pentameter. I would like to be able to blame something or someone, but I can't. This was all me and my search to fulfill Neil's request for creativity. I also responded to Peer Gynt in the form of an obituary. Sarah did her response to The Man of Mode in limericks, why can't I do bad iambic pentameter. Anyway, the meter's off in some places and the last paragraph says it all, I think. XD
Never did I perceive the majesty
Of theatre in such historic place:
The Globe, white paint glowing, brown beams dark,
Beacon in darkness of dreary March night.
“The play’s the thing” sayeth the bard; this night
The play be Much Ado About Nothing.
Much Ado did much, making the stage thrive
With mirth and music, passion and marked
Wit. Where technology this theatre lacks
(No spectacle or dazzle does it show)
Atmosphere is rich and no falseness shows.
True Shakespearean artistry does thrive there,
That place created once more on London’s
South bank.
Updated costuming, as it was, was
A pleasure to behold. When such a thing
Takes place it seems a serious thing, making
Audience for hidden meaning look, be it
Politics or some other underline.
But careful thought or examination
Was not behind this. One could postulate
Forever on the little details of
What and why, when sometimes it is all right
To just accept the gesture as nothing
More.
It seemed to me that time had sped up so
The play was shorter, and given school kids
Much of the audience made, it made a sense
To me. To say I wished it no other way
Would be a lie, although enjoyable
It was. Experience tells me that kids,
No matter how well-tempered, will not sit
For three hour’s time, and only fools would think
To ask. The two hour version of the tale
Its purpose served and all were merry, so
It cannot be considered faulty.
I am afraid my words do nothing but
A loon of my professor make, and so
‘The end’ I call this part of my response.
Beseech thee, Neil, I do, for when you put
Your pen to paper, making checks to grade,
Remember that you asked us for our work
To be creative, and so, I have pulled
Out all the stops on ingenuity
And thus, have either failed fantastically
Or have created such a work the bard
Would smile with humor (hopefully not cry
Out of despair, for all I’ve done is try)!
I already handed it in, so con-crit will not be helpful. Flames will be used to heat my toes and pop my microwave popcorn. :P
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LIZ, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. *cling*
I had to write a report on Bulgarian Theatre after World War II. It started like this:
"Raptors ATE Bulgaria."
And then Steph told me, as I was exhausted and overworked and hungry, that it wasn't true, but that a T-Rex had eaten Prussia.
I was like, "Mmm. Prussia."
*goes to collapse somewhere and sleep, but radiates love your way*
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