John Milton calls William Shakespeare "Dear son of memory, great heir of fame", and it is from the prophet-poet I get the title of this--and the next few--posts.
In light of my return from London, I've been charting the ways in which Shakespeare has been molding, shaping, and haunting my life. Since I'm not doing so well with my fiction, I thought I'd indulge in the Internet's purpose: To talk about oneself.
The next few posts, dribbled out every once in a while, will document how William Shakespeare has come to be one of the dominant forces in my life. It's taken as my own version of Dominic Dromgoole's Will & Me: How Shakespeare Took Over My Life. While I haven't had nearly as much exposure to the Bard--nor from as early a point in my life--I still have over 4,000 words in my rough draft...and that only takes into account about half of my memories, loosely sketched.
So, if hearing the results of these ruminations intrigues you, read on.
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part I): At Grandma's House
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part II): Meddling During Middle School
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part III): High School as the Universe
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part IV): Senior Year and the Undiscovered Country
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part V): Shax is Shax, Okay?
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part VI): Shakespeare in the Cedars
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part VII): Of Shylock
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part VIII): Students and Shakespeare
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part IX): Miracle of Shakespeare
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part X): A Mormon Bard
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part XI): Fresh Friendship
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part XII): Agon of the Bard
In light of my return from London, I've been charting the ways in which Shakespeare has been molding, shaping, and haunting my life. Since I'm not doing so well with my fiction, I thought I'd indulge in the Internet's purpose: To talk about oneself.
The next few posts, dribbled out every once in a while, will document how William Shakespeare has come to be one of the dominant forces in my life. It's taken as my own version of Dominic Dromgoole's Will & Me: How Shakespeare Took Over My Life. While I haven't had nearly as much exposure to the Bard--nor from as early a point in my life--I still have over 4,000 words in my rough draft...and that only takes into account about half of my memories, loosely sketched.
So, if hearing the results of these ruminations intrigues you, read on.
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part I): At Grandma's House
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part II): Meddling During Middle School
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part III): High School as the Universe
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part IV): Senior Year and the Undiscovered Country
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part V): Shax is Shax, Okay?
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part VI): Shakespeare in the Cedars
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part VII): Of Shylock
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part VIII): Students and Shakespeare
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part IX): Miracle of Shakespeare
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part X): A Mormon Bard
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part XI): Fresh Friendship
Memories of the Son of Memory (Part XII): Agon of the Bard
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