Et in absentia, elle
* The song is sung,
* the curtain rung;
* the play is over, for the night.
* And on the stage
* in fits of rage;
* three actors argue who is right.
* While, from a shelf
* a gleeful elf
* looks down, and giggles at the fight.
* Then; opening time,
* once more, they rhyme
* harmoniously, the world's to right.
(All the world's a stage: and as one poor sod found out recently, it has some unexpected exits)
* the curtain rung;
* the play is over, for the night.
* And on the stage
* in fits of rage;
* three actors argue who is right.
* While, from a shelf
* a gleeful elf
* looks down, and giggles at the fight.
* Then; opening time,
* once more, they rhyme
* harmoniously, the world's to right.
(All the world's a stage: and as one poor sod found out recently, it has some unexpected exits)
Labels: alas we are forlorn
posted by Sopwith-Camel | 9:15 am
10 Comments:
OK, so I'll give away the plot:
Think three characters, one has an oboe on, one has massive tits, and one is an ass.
And the title? A parody of a mystery painting, "Et in arcadia, ego"
Boots,
when you go by train, do you keep opening the door to jump out and shout "we're the fukawi, we're the fukawi", or do you just stay on for the ride and glance out every now and then and let the glimpses of the passing scenery suggest where you are?
Alright, spoiler:
Think of the king of the faeries, think of his wife, and think of bottom. (Not stick your finger in and wiggle it around a bit, but a character by the name of...)
Then think of the absent one (there are four characters in the play.)
Of course, if you're not who I suspect you to be, then that will all seem to be complete bollocks, and you might have to ask the Doctor if he has a clue or two.
boots sez:
"do you keep opening the door to jump out and shout 'we're the fukawi, we're the fukawi'"
Doubtless, but who're the fukawi?
"... if you're not who I suspect you to be, ..."
I'm nobody with no clue, that's who.
"that will all seem to be complete bollocks"
What a precise description!
"...you might have to ask the Doctor if he has a clue or two..."
As If.
"but who're the fukawi?"
I should have known that my obsession with trying to use the apostrophe correctly would screw up that joke.
As an example of fortuitous mistakes, a breif flurry of tooping oreers made the end of that last line almost read "scrotum that joke".
Oberon: Very well, Puck. You have made your choice, Puck. And you shall live with it... forever! You are eternally banished from Avalon, Puck! Never again will you sample its paradise!
Puck: No! Wait! Not eternally!
Oberon: We hereby strip you of all your powers, save when you are training or saving the boy! Such is your punishment! So speaks Oberon!
Does Puck pout or grin? ;)
Very good.
I think that Puck should turn and touch her toes briefly, showing him her bottom, and then say "Talk to the Ass, Good Oberon, tell it to the ass."
Puck was never a 'her', at least not in Billy's eyes.
Despite his irreverence Puck had a strange, uncompromising love for Oberon. But Oberon made a grave mistake thinking he could control Puck completely and that Puck would always be there, loyal and true.
Puck's a pookah. Okay, a mischievous, testing pookah (aren't they all to an extent?) but one none-the-less. All budding Oberons would do well to heed the tale.
Puck grins.
Indeed, Wm (my name's not Kit or Bacon) S Esq never wrote nor hinted that Puck was a she, but I always felt that Puck was, at the very least, both a he and a she within the same body and mind. Not androgynous, not hermaphrodite, but something far less specific.
I would suggest that Puck is the essential spirit from which all Pookah's spring, or owe allegiance to.
And as for Oberon, well, he's the office trolley in the faeries' little business enterprise, anyone can see that.
not hermaphrodite, but something far less specific.
Yes. I agree exactly and it's why I adopted Puck. The ambiguity screams at you. The mischief and the mayhem was only ever a bonus.
And as for Oberon, well, he's the office trolley in the faeries' little business enterprise, anyone can see that.
You'd be surprised. In fact you're the only person I know who sussed my Puck out so quick. Not that I flatter myself that I am in all ways like Billy's character - but I do feel an affinity and always have.
I too have always been fascinated by Wm's "Odd" pair of plays, but my preference has been for The Tempest. I am sometimes secretly worried that I am likely to turn into Prospero, rather than Oberon.
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