Now is the Summer of our Discontent

Made impossible torment by this fog of humidity And all the clouds upon the horizon looming Lessen not the damp through lightning or storming Now our brows are laced with gobs of sweat Our pale-white arms hidden from the sun as we search for coolth And fierce horns presage the coming of ships Shrouded in…

Serpent’s teeth and the brilliance of Shakespeare

I hated reading Shakespeare as I grew up. The language seemed difficult, the concepts dry and old. I was, of course, ignorant. And a philistine. Now I know better, and am continually gobsmacked by what Shakespeare was able to contain in his works. I wonder who I was when I was younger - so sure…