Morning Dew

“These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That’s a brave god, and bears celestial liquor. I will kneel to him.” – William Shakespeare

It has been a heck of a week here at Caer Llwydd. My sister-in-law, Claudia past on New Years Day, and on Thursday morning I was informed my step-brother Mike Ward past away in his sleep in Arizona. He was a couple of years older than me, and as teen-agers we shared a room for awhile. I had always been fond of him. Claudia’s funeral is going on today, 11 years plus a day after my half-brother and Claudia wed. My heart goes out to members of the family, and friends.

Life is peculiar in the way it takes its twist and turns. Claudia was incredibly happy to have just moved back to her native home in the Seattle area. Sad. Mike had spent years teaching in High Schools, and coaching young swimmers having been a superb one himself. Everyone thought him to be in excellent health, though a bit heavy.

I dedicate this entry to Claudia and Mike, and to those whose lives they touched.

On The Menu:
The Links
Jim Fadiman Interview Link: Invisible College #6!
The Tempest Quotes
Clannad – Morning Dew
The Sonnets
Clannad – New Grange

The Links:
Alan Moore talking about science and imagination
The Weirdest Events of 2011 according to the Telegraph
Black Keys Interview
Anonymous Takes on Germany’s Far-Right
Jim Fadiman Interview Link: Invisible College #6!

(Jim and Tashi at Powell’s Hawthorne in Portland, this last November)
Here is the full interview of Jim Fadiman Conducted by our Diane Darling! Enjoy!
Click On The Title!
The Tempest Quotes:
(Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale – “Prospero and Ariel”)

“I prithee,
Remember I have done thee worthy service,
Told thee no lies, made no mistakes, served
Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou did promise
To bate me a full year.”
“As wicked dew as e’er my mother brushed
With raven’s feather from unwholesome fen
Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye
And blister you all o’er!”
“There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with’t.”
“All things in common nature should produce
Without sweat or endeavour.”
“O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound,
and crown what I profess with kind event
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
what best is boded me to mischief: I,
Beyond all limit of what else i’ th’ world,
Do love, prize, honour you.”

Clannad – Morning Dew

The Sonnets:

From Mr. Shakespeare, of course…

Sonnet 29: When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes

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 possess’d,
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 remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Sonnet 05: Those hours that with gentle work did frame

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there;
Sap check’d with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o’ersnow’d and bareness every where:
Then, were not summer’s distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill’d though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

Sonnet 13: O that you were yourself, but love you are

O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination: then you were
Yourself again after yourself’s decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter’s day
And barren rage of death’s eternal cold?
O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
You had a father: let your son say so.
Clannad – New Grange

(William Hamilton – Prospero & Ariel)

“Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will him about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again, and then in dreaming
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.”

– William Shakespeare, The Tempest, 3.2

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