Monday 20 October 2014

WHY? WHAT? HOW?


Good morning, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight friends,

Dear diary (blog),


 
When in the study of science, 'the art of no definitive answers', it appears something of a repetitive strain injury to continuously ask the question why?  What does this mean/tell us? How does this enhance our understanding(s) - of the given discipline within the wider spectrum of sciences - of which there are many.

   When in the study of poetry, individual poets from our seemingly embedded cannon of English Literary magnets, novelists, playwrights and others, it again appears something of  a repetitive strain injury amongst both scholars and keenly interested parties (myself included) to ask the very same questions as scientists and other interested parties (myself included) as noted above:


  • why?  
  • What does this mean/tells us? 
  • How does this enhance our understanding(s)
   I turn these questions over to your good selves dear readers, to ponder on for a little moment.



..............passing of time representative of your moment.................................................


   So, any thoughts?

 Good, well I shall continue in the fashion to which I hope you have by now become accustomed to from this pen, (laptop strokes on its keyboard). This is to write, in blindly oblivious to the outside worlds views thanks to not as yet having been able to gage your views - I only hope in my most passionate of humble wishes it inspires, challenges and is of some small interest and use to you - in this bold and forthright transplant operation of my thoughts to this screen.

   Fear not the blank page!

   It will be filled!

   William Shakespeare of Stratford-Upon-Avon circa. 1564. Is by all far and wide reaching postal, sorry, colossal, analysis by people such as myself, PHD students, Doctors of literature - Dr. Funny applicable term I know. Maybe they can assist my current transplantation? - as a transcending and 'universally applicable genius.

 Theatre goers and even those as yet disaffected, unaffected, by this great bards genius are aware if not also in love, with his words if not the dead man himself. (Myself included) 

'...this great bards genius.' REACTIONARY STATEMENT. Last seen being the sole view of the author and not representative of anyone other than this pen (laptop strokes on its keyboard).



  • why?  
  • What does this mean/tells us? 
  • How does this enhance our understanding(s)

  
  In order to answer each of these three questions with the depth and breadth of research required may indeed consume this already consumed customer of Shakespeare's works, an inevitable lifetimes time. 


 I turn these questions over to your good selves dear readers, to ponder on for a little moment


...........passing of time representative of your moment........................................

  Are we all on track? No. Ok we can wait.


.......... passing of time representative of your moment (Part 2) ......................


  Ok, So perhaps Shakespeare is considered as afore mentioned - you do not of course have to agree - because his subject choices are so generic they are applicable across the ages.

 Relationships. 

Would be just one key subject choice of note. 

What do I mean?

Well, in my view (I can of course only write what I think and feel. All words unless otherwise cited are that of this pens and not representative of anyone other than this pen unless cited) whether we be viewing - as his plays are written to be played not read - a tragedy such as Macbeth, a history play such as Richard III or a comedy such as As You Like It, one key denominator is Shakespeare's complex and psychologically engaging multi-layered characters. As a result of these we are treated to an all consuming multitude of relationships, breakdowns, loves, losses, doting, rebuking, indeed all if not more of the very same relationship trials and tribulations we can all resonate with. 

All. If overused please pass by without affection.

   So if this be the case, why do we consider something so engendered and ritualistic as relationships and there applicability to us all as a starting point in the exploration in search of 'the truth' of the meaning behind the bards plays, sonnets, literary works?

What is he trying to tell us? 

I laugh out loud at this. In my minds eye Shakespeare is tutting and chortling over a manuscript as he ponders over what, in 2014, people would try to define as his art of no definitive answers. His words. Purely and deliciously inter-interpretable. 

And so he continues to chortle and laugh in my mind. 

Thanks for that!

 Whilst this is to me quite funny, in a childish sort of way, let it not detract from the sincerity of his achievements and my devoted enjoyment of this great man of words, words. 

  Could it be, that because we all have relationships, in all forms, we can, across the borders of time, geographical location in our great globe and access to Shakespeare's works, all be affected by the complexities of relationships for the better or for the worse? And by progression as a result of this resonance, we can all find an affinity with Shakespeare?



On this note I bid you farewell dear friends. For now.

Until we meet again through the page, I hope this finds you in good health and a happiness

Warmly yours

RJ Wardle































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