Saturday, 31 October 2009

now you're up to date.

Just to get you up to date with where we’re up to. For the Fringe Friday events The DGPS were focusing on the classics. I managed to mismanage my time that day and instead booked myself in for a tattoo and a children’s birthday party, so ended up missing the reading. This is what I prepared for the event, it has not been previously shared so any comment will be appreciated, as I’ve never attempted humour before. :S

* written as freewriting after reading Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I compare thee…?’ and Andrew Marvell’s ‘To His Coy Mistress’.

I’d love to celebrate your beauty

I’d love to hold your beauty in epic verse
With words that would chime for all of eternity,
So when people would read of it, they may understand true admiration and love.

I’d love to hold your beauty in epic song
With a melody that would melt their hearts for years to come
So when people hear of it, they may know the depth of respect and commitment.

I’d love to hold your beauty in epic verse
But unfortunately, these beer goggles wont last so long
So instead of harping on my dear, let’s get it on before your beauty is gone.

* I then attempted to write a sonnet. Having struggled considerably on previous writing course, I recall a tutor pulling me aside and giving me this advice “write from the heart, nothing else will do. Look deep into your heart, and what it is that truly gives you purpose”, a little daunted by this I began to write. And this is what I wrote:

Shall I Compare thee…?

Shall I compare thee to a chocolate cake?
Thou art more lovely and more chocolate laced
Fudge chucks do shake the darling buds of taste
And a single slice is all too small a plate.

Sometime with cream the taste of chocolate chimes
And often is its brown perfection ate
And every layer from layer is claimed as mine
By chance or greed or my deciding fate

But thy eternal hunger shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fudgy cake
And ne’er will Slim Fast brag of pounds mislaid
When buried in bowls lay the slimmer’s face

So long as chubby hands may grasp
So long lives this, my chocolate love will last.

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