UAXACLAJUUN UB'AAH K'AWIIL

 

Dieciocho Conejo

 

( 18 Rabbit )

 

 

Surely the corn will grow today

 

Our livers glisten

 

Arranged just so on the tray

 

Hacemos sacrificios

 

 

Surely the corn will grow now

 Our gizzards are fresh and quiver

 With great pain and sacrifice

 

The earth is rich with our blood

 

18 Rabbit is satisfied

 Surely now the corn will grow

 La tierra esta rica

 

Con nuestra sangre

 

 Dieciocho Conejo esta satisfecho.

Seguramente ahora el maiz crecera

 The earth is rich with our blood 

We make sacrifice





 

The Will Sonnet

Is it your will that I will forget you?

Make this mountain of love like a molehill?

I will will what you will will me to do,

Even will that will my loosing you instill,

I will like a winter kill still loves' crop,

Will fill that task with sad sense of duty,

Teaching my will to know you will to stop,

Will use my quill to quill not your beauty.

If you will to banish your faithful fool,

And will willful will to purgatory,

When love is something will will not overrule,

Will will be enough to change this story?

If you will not will my love, then love wish

Will to love enough to will will vanquish.

THE SEA SONNET

"Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream"

Methought I was ripe for Elysium,

For sea changes down in Poseidon's sink,

Foreplaying with fire, now banish-ed from

To watery grave by a vex-ed blink.

By the wreck of reckless son Phaethon

Where changeling horses of Helios play

Round and round that Winter King's blue mansion

From such wonders did I argue and pray

To let fear fall down on this salty floor

Whilst Diana undid the pall of night

By mirror of her moon to see once more

Like unweaving Penelope to fight

Death, be and seem, final king, past scrutiny

For thee, dread fire, my soul is mutiny

                                     - Dame J E Marshall 

<p> <img id="cid_8285399" style="width: 459px; height: 475px" src="/files/the_wave1363888995.jpg" alt="the wave" hspace="5px" width="285" height="285"> </p> <p> <i>"Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream." ~Wallace Stevens</i></p> <p> <i>Methought I was ripe for Elysium,</i></p> <p> <i>For sea changes down in Poseidon's sink,</i></p> <p> <i>Foreplaying with fire, now banish-ed from,</i></p> <p> <i>To watery grave by a vex-ed blink.</i></p> <p> <i>By the wreck of reckless son, Phaethon,</i></p> <p> <i>Where changling horses of Helios play,</i></p> <p> <i>Round and round that water king's blue mansion,</i></p> <p> <i>From such wonders did I argue and pray</i></p> <p> <i>To let fear fall down on this salty floor,</i></p> <p> <i>Whilst Diana undid the pall of night,</i></p> <p> <i>By mirror of her moon to see once more, </i></p> <p> <i>Like unweaving Penelope, to fight</i></p> <p> <i>Death, be and seem, final king, past scrutiny.</i></p> <p> <i>For thee, dread fire, my soul is mutiny. ~jem</i> </p> <p> The Sea Sonnet is one of several new Shakespearean style sonnets featured in POLUTROPOS/THE ODYSSEY OF OTIS. </p> <p> The chihuahua named Polutropos has been cast to the bottom of the sea by Zeus as punishment for eating chili made from the forbidden beef stolen from the Sun God, Helios. </p> <p> Otis is trying to get the puppy, Polutropos, home to his wife Penny and takes the punishment with Polutropos in order to save the beloved puppy. Poseidon (aka Neptune) helps punish them. </p> <p> However, the Goddess Diana helps them by sending a guiding moon beam. The Goddess Athena also helps Polutropos and Otis survive the ordeal. Otis, like Odysseus, has always been lucky with the ladies.</p> <p> Stay tuned for another new Shakespearean sonnet in the conclusion of POLUTROPOS/THE ODYSSEY OF OTIS.</p> <p> <img id="cid_1943115" style="width: 460px; height: 315px" src="/files/wave1329006961.jpg" alt="wave" hspace="5px" width="285" height="214"> </p>

"Don't Mess With Will" Karaoke Lyrics #Shakespeare

DON'T MESS WITH WILL

Don't mess with Will.

Don't mess with Will.

Lo, lo, lo, lo.

Don't mess with Will.

Don't mess with Will.

Good friends forbear!

Please say you swear!

Not to move his stone.

Leave it alone!

Nonny, na, na.

Now this curse covers William's crypt,

But lately, have you heard?

Will will get you if you SULLY his script,

And credit others with his words!

Churls keep away!

The curse is in play!

Nonny, na, na.

Don't mess with Will.

Don't mess with Will.

Nonny, hey, hey.

Well, we know freedom can be foppery,

And morality can feel like a jail,

But if this curse doth naught to stoppeth thee,

Lo! Will's preturb-ed spirit thee will assail.

Will's here to stay!

Roland roll away!

Nonny, hey, hey.

Don't call him Eddie de Vere,

Or Bacon

Or Chris!

That's too much ado da lee do!

That's too much amiss!

Cause Will is Will,

And Will will fulfill.

Nonny, na, na.

If you move the stones,

If you touch his bones,

If you call him John Doe, Smith or Jones,

You'll find this curse is true,

This curse is for you!

Nonny, nonny.

Fa, la, la, la.

Don't mess with Will.

Lo, lo, lo, lo!

Cause if you do,

Curse-ed are you!

Well, I didn't come to bury,

My message is merry,

Roland is a lubberly boy.

And Will was SOLID flesh,

Not so temporary,

Not so easy to destroy!

Will's here to stay!

Roland is a knave!

Nonny, na, na!

de Vere ain't Will!

Roland is a jack-sauce pill!

Better say goodbye!

Come not Willy nigh!

Roland, what you say?!

Will wrote his plays!

And his sonnets too!

What's the matter you!?

de Vere is not Will!

Roland melt away!

Imperceiverant, arrant, jack'nape knave!

Will will get thee from the grave!

O, yes Will will!

Nonny, hey, hey!

Don't mess with Will!

Nonny, na, na!

~

To the tune of: "DON'T MESS WITH BILL" by Smokey Robinson/The Marvelettes/Motown 1966

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Lyrics to "DON'T MESS WITH WILL" by Dame J. E. Marshall @ September 27 2011

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"Don't Mess With Will" suggests that Shakespeare's famous curse may extend beyond stones and bones and into the authorship wars.

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Check out THE SHAKESPEARE BIRTH TRUST @ShakespeareBT and @Paul_Edmondson on twitter for interesting information about Shakespeare.

WHEN CAESARS FALL

<p> <img id="cid_1889455" style="width: 462px; height: 548px" src="/files/funary_genius1326070141.jpg" alt="Funary Genius" hspace="5px" width="285" height="405"></p> <p> <b><i>LITANY</i></b></p> <p> <i>"You are the bread and the knife." - Billy Collins & Jacques Crickillon</i></p> <p> <b><i>You are my happy dagger,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>My Holy Grail,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>Life's blood,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>And last words.</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>You are the dance of every dawn,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>And the red moon rising on the edge of the sea.</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>You are the scent of baking bread,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>And the sound of free birds.</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>However,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>You are not chewing gum,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>Stuck under some counter,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>Or a bad hair day.</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>And you are certainly not laminated.</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>You are just too tough to be laminated.</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>It is possible that you are a delicious</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>Lupercal dish in the fridge,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>Maybe even a smidge underfed,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>But you are not even close</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>To being a sea monster.</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>And a quick look in the mirror will show</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>That you are neither Little Jack Horner,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>Bo-Peep's Pan,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>Nor a goat mouse.</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>It might interest you to know</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>That the creaking of the floor boards</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>On the stage after-hours</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>Is just me</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>Searching for something Godot.</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>I also happen to be a monkey bar,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>And a mayonaise jar</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>Full of fireflies,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>And an aspirin</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>In a vase</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>Of wild white flowers.</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>I am sometimes the eve of the Ides of March,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>And Yo Yo Ma's saddest string.</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>You are not rust</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>Or the cheap whine of worry,</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>Or the dried blood of Mother Earth</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>That rides the aching devil winds</i></b></p> <p> <b><i>When Caesars fall.</i></b></p> <p> <img id="cid_1889461" src="/files/jan_2012_instagram_0081326070205.jpg" alt="Jan 2012 Instagram 008" hspace="5px" width="285"></p>

WHEN CAESARS FALL

"You are the bread and the knife." - Billy Collins & Jacques Crickillon

You are my happy dagger,

My Holy Grail,

Life's blood,

And last words.

You are the dance of every dawn,

And the red moon rising on the edge of the sea.

You are the scent of baking bread,

And the sound of free birds.

However,

You are not chewing gum,

Stuck under some counter,

Or a bad hair day.

And you are certainly not laminated.

You are just too tough to laminate.

It is possible that you are a delicious

Lupercal dish in the fridge,

Maybe even a smidge underfed,

But you are not even close

To being a sea monster.

And a quick look in the mirror will show

That you are neither Little Jack Horner,

Bo-Peep's Pan,

Nor a goat mouse.

It might interest you to know

That the creaking of the floor boards

On the stage after-hours

Is just me

Searching for something Godot.

I also happen to be a monkey bar,

And a mayonaise jar

Full of fireflies,

And an aspirin

In a vase

Of wild white flowers.

I am sometimes the eve of the Ides of March,

And Yo Yo Ma's saddest string.

You are not rust

Or the cheap whine of worry,

Or the dried blood of Mother Earth

That rides the aching devil winds

When Caesars fall.

~Dame J E Marshall