Whether tis nobler in my head to suffer the slings
And arrows of outrageous blog posts or
To take arms against a sea of silliness and by opposing stop writing.
To die, to write, no more, and by write
we mean to say the blog, aye there's the rub
To die, to write, to write, perchance to craft
for what words my come when we have shuffled off
this mortal toil must give us pause.
Ok enough. I'm out. But that was fun while it lasted.
I declared at the dinner table tonight that I was going to mock Shakespeare in my next blog post. The title is what I was told after making that declaration. I had to clarify and refine my declaration to that of a mocking with the utmost respect. Because in reality, I couldn't ever do what Shakespeare did. Regardless of who the "actual" person was, the man who wrote under the name Shakespeare was a genius (if you don't know what I am talking about, the internet exists for a reason: conspiracy theories. So look it up). And so naturally I went with arguably the most famous piece of verse ever crafted (besides the bible) in Hamlet's "To Be" speech. Because who doesn't love degrading famous works to low down foolery. But here's what got me thinking. My own works are intended with as much a purpose as Hamlet or Sonnet 22 was. Mine mean something different to me, but that does not make them any lower. So in reality I am achieving what Shakespeare did. So I must be treading dangerously. Because if someone actually discovers my works, well who knows. O'Rourke may be the name of the next hundred years. Or not.
Godspeed
-T
