Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck’d up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ’em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure… Continue reading This Rough Magic
Tag: William Shakespeare
Such Stuff as Dreams Are Made On
Yesterday I had the unique experience of watching a production of William Shakespeare’s The Tempest, acted, with musical accompaniment, entirely by a group of fifth graders. Friends of mine from Los Angeles, himself a teacher at the Hobart Boulevard public elementary school, had invited me to this year’s presentation by the Hobart Shakespeareans. As many… Continue reading Such Stuff as Dreams Are Made On
No I Could Not Write a Book
Since I’ve been writing this blog, quite a few people have said to me, “You should write a book!” Let me be clear in my self-assessment—first of all, I don’t have the attention span these days to write a book. A novel has a plot, well developed characters, a beginning, a middle and an ending. … Continue reading No I Could Not Write a Book