I’ve written an autobiographical poem:
It is okay
to take a shot of whiskey
at 3 am
when you are awakened
by a false fire alarm.
So that’s me, channeling my inner Bukowski. I’m sorry to say that I don’t have any choice historical literary criticism to dish this week, although I’ve been reading some Stephen Greenblatt and some Frank Kermode and there are bits in there I like. They may find their way here for my future reference and your momentary enjoyment.
I’ve also got the Patrick Stewart Macbeth in my backlog — it aired on PBS’s Great Performances this week but I couldn’t catch it at the time. Anyway, it ought to make a good addition to what seems to be Macbeth-a-Thon 2010 — and I have a friend haranguing me to watch Throne of Blood, so that may end up falling under the same banner. Anyway, if this latest Macbeth raises any points for me, I’ll address them here, as is my wont.
In the meantime, though, let’s take a look at this: