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Yes, I am still up. The not quite summer sun rises early here, starting around 4:15am, and though I did not mean to see the sun ascend, I am not sorry that I did.

As [livejournal.com profile] lornelover has pointed out, there was much watching of non-American television this evening. Secret Smile and Viva Blackpool from the BBC, both featuring David Tennant. One quite creepy but fascinatingly done, the other so-called dramedy and utterly horrific. And from CBC, Slings and Arrows. 'Tis true I stayed awake these weary hours to finish the first season. It was, by turns, glorious, hilarious, touching, and truthful, and I cannot help but find myself deeply enamoured of it and desperate to find myself with such an admirable company some day.

The houses across the street are faintly tinged with pink where the dawn light has not yet eased into the full plumage of day. Though there are trees blocking my view, I can see through the window dappled glances at the majestic fury of the early morning sun pressing forth to herald the coming of a new day.

I pray you all will pardon my lapse into poesy this morning, Shakespeare and truth bring my love for my mother language to the fore and I do enjoy giving free reign to the occasional glimpses of eloquence that my weary and embattled mind throw forth. I hie me to my bed, for there are meetings that must be attended to make a Dream and I would have some hint of this feeling of awe and light left to me when I go there. I bid you all a fair and pleasing day.

Date: 5/30/06 02:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spartacusjones.livejournal.com
Rises early and sets late. It's my kind of sun.

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I Cannot Hide What I Am

I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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