I'm toying with two I found when I googled 'Wall' and 'Shakespeare': "Simply choose your wall sticker and Shakespeare quote color." and
"Our pre-designed vinyl walls have the words of Adlai Stevenson and Shakespeare in a guest washroom."
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Before you spake
Just wait until I dress these babies up in the proper quote.
I'm toying with two I found when I googled 'Wall' and 'Shakespeare': "Simply choose your wall sticker and Shakespeare quote color." and
"Our pre-designed vinyl walls have the words of Adlai Stevenson and Shakespeare in a guest washroom."
I'm toying with two I found when I googled 'Wall' and 'Shakespeare': "Simply choose your wall sticker and Shakespeare quote color." and
"Our pre-designed vinyl walls have the words of Adlai Stevenson and Shakespeare in a guest washroom."
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"With love's light wings did I oer'perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out..."
"Wherefore, on a brick wall have I climbed into this garden, to see .."
Sounds as though Shakespeare knew you.
Great photos - Ibarionex has worked wonders.
Damn, I really don't spend enough time googling.
Someone's been getting photography tips from Ibarionex!
"Something there is that doesn't love a wall - that wants it down."
Have a good Thanksgiving, Karin, and all you other FOKS (Fans of Karin).
"The weakest goes to the wall."
(On second thought, maybe you better stick with the one about the washroom.)
GG
Wonderful photos. If the stickers are too expensive, you could just spray paint a Shakespeare quote on your wall. Hmm, maybe not.
"My prophecy is but half his journey yet, for yonder walls that pertly front your town, yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds, must kiss their own feet."
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
You guys are much better Googlers than I am. Or maybe you just know your Shakespeare.
Happy Thanksgiving! I think this is my favorite holiday.
Shakespeare’s A Midsummer’s Night
Dream
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
WALL: In this same interlude it doth befall
That I, one Snout by name, present a wall;
And such a wall, as I would have you think,
That had in it a crannied hole or chink,
Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,
Did whisper often very secretly.
Thank you George, John, Paul, and Ringo
Oh, I think Roberta wins. I wish I'd thought of that. I've seen Wall played well and poorly, but it's a charming play-within-a-play character.
May I have leave to add 300 years?
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
- Mending Wall, Robert Frost
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Dang. I was going to be so clever, quoting Robert frost's Mending Wall. But Mister Earl and jmgrimes were equally clever and faster. Happy Thanksgiving, Karin!
Thank you JM for the whole. Beautiful. I could lie and say I recognized it from Earl's line.
Every wall is a door.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Love to see everyone's contributions -- and your excellent photos!
Happy T Day!
Mending Wall
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”
I don't know what you're talking about, so I'll just say you're having fun with that camera - me, too.
I do like these photos.
Happy Thanksgiving to all! Belatedly...
I just found this, by William Carlos Williams. It's kinda grim, but some pretty compelling images. And it's SHORT!
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/180087
Earl, that's fabulous. Thank you.
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