eglantine_br (eglantine_br) wrote,

Another thought about those early modern guys

Hard to say anything new about Shakespeare. New for me is the best I can do. So this thought is new for me, but perhaps not to all of you. I think about him quite a lot. I hold Marlowe up against him, (not that way, stop snickering!) Shakespeare seems older. Of course he did get older. We know him in his middle age. I get a sonnet every morning in my inbox. I read them while I am still sleepy. Today was 152. He is whining about how his gf is perhaps cheating on him. He whines a lot for a married man, who was himself cheating with women and men. Still you have the feeling that WS is turning an amused eye at his own duplicity. He knows he is doing something wicked. (Even if his wife was fine with it, it was still not ok with the church.)

Kit was a shooting star. Kit seems, for all his puffing, innocent in comparison.

I am writing now about his first years away from home. He really was a kid. He was only a year or so older than my daughter. He had lived at home before that, his school days were long, he had to slog through an awful lot of Latin. Boys were also expected to help at home. He would have had wood and water to fetch, and other tasks for his parents. He got one day off a week. He spent it at church.

So then to Cambridge. There, to my surprise, he was not allowed to do anything! No speaking English, no clowning around. No leaving the campus, no bright colors. Lots of Latin. Hebrew and Greek too. Maybe he liked the study of other languages. Too bad if he did not, no choice. Beatings scheduled for public observation every Wednesday afternoon. He was a clever poor boy with an attitude already. When I see him in his heart he is always skinny and shivering. I want to hug him. I love WS, and he had some real sadness in his life, but I don't feel the urge to hug him.
Tags: kit marlowe, writing about writing instead of writing

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