Hey, I get into those
Black Moods. And I know that nothing
feels better in a Black Mood than
blacker-than-black poetry.
Shakespeare is wonderful for this. As I'm certain that I won't be the
only human around in need of some
really harsh,
depressing poetics to
justify my horrible moods, I figured I would
spread the joy...er. Anyway, feel free to
node below what you feel is some of
Shakespeare's best
words to the despised....
Here's two of mine--the first is from
Macbeth (Act V, Scene 5). This is for when
Life Is Meaningless:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this
petty pace from
day to day
To the
last syllable of
recorded time,
And
all our yesterdays have
lighted fools the way to
dusty death. Out, out,
brief candle!
Life's but a
walking shadow, a poor
player
Who
struts and
frets his
hour upon the
stage
And then is
heard no more: It is a
tale
Told by an
idiot; full of
sound and fury;
Signifying nothing.
And this (from Henry V, Act III, Scene 3) is for when you
just want to kill. This,
by the way, is how the
vonderful King Henry V threatens the
people he's got
under siege to
surrender. Hey...I sure
hope I'm not the only one who sometimes just wants to
kill...anyway.
Therefore, you
men of Harfleur,
Take pity of your
town and of your
people,
Whiles yet my
soldiers are
in my command;
Whiles yet the cool and
temperate wind of grace
O'erblows the
filthy and
contagious clouds
Of heady
murder,
spoil and villany.
If not, why, in a
moment look to see
The
blind and bloody soldier with
foul hand
Defile the locks of your
shrill-shrieking daughters;
Your
fathers taken by the
silver beards,
And their
most reverend heads
dash'd to the walls,
Your
naked infants spitted upon
pikes,
Whiles the
mad mothers with their
howls confused
Do break the clouds, as did the
wives of Jewry
At
Herod's bloody-hunting
slaughtermen.
What say you? will you
yield, and this avoid,
Or,
guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd?
In closing, if that doesn't help you in your
quest to be pissed off, well, maybe somebody else's
suggestions will. (!)