Daily Archives: June 11, 2010

 

 

 

 

Best Experienced With:       Dire Straits;             Romeo and Juliet

(please right click on the link below to open the suggested background music for this evening’s treatise)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGRtHd7UdYA

 

 

Smith Versus Shroot

 

Dwight Shroot is not a new character.   Dwight Shroot is the reincarnation or some sort of new age clone of the evil Zachary Smith, MD from the hit TV series Lost in Space.

 

In a Smith/Shroot wrestling match, odds are that Shroot wins every time if the rule is no tap out.  These odds are drastically different if Dr. Smith is able to surreptitiously reprogram the Robinson family’s robot.

 

James Joyce

In a Yeats/Joyce wrestling match, odds are that Yeats wins every time if the rule is no tap out.  There are no poets like Irish poets because The Irish are God’s chosen people.

Odds are that James Joyce wrote the following poem about Mark Knopfler from Dire Straits, well in advance of Mark Knopfler learning to play the guitar.  Mark Knopfler:   accept no substitute.

Strings in the Earth and Air

Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.
 
There’s music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.
 
All softly playing,
With head to the music bent,
And fingers straying
Upon an instrument.

 

Odds are that James Joyce wrote the following poem about Romeo and Juliet, well after Christopher Marlowe wrote Romeo and Juliet.    

 

I Hear An Army

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging; foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the Charioteers.

They cry into the night their battle name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.

They come shaking in triumph their long grey hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?

 

 

 

 

The Mind of Mully

 I can’t do everything

But I’ll do anything

For

You

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“So I’ve spent every day since then chasing Amy”.  (Silent Bob inhales from cigarette and pauses)

 
“So to speak”.

 

Odds are that James Joyce could have written Silent Bob’s speech.

Night.