tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169875807927032992024-03-13T22:32:30.122-05:00A Bard's BlogThis blog is where my poems, songs, stories and other creative things will be found all writing belongs to me or my co-writers. Works are free to use with credit given and for non-profit SCAdian use.Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-33836837362673006382024-01-08T14:22:00.002-06:002024-01-09T11:45:21.950-06:00An Account of my days<p>I have a wide variety of medieval and historic interests. I will start posting posts about what I am reading, researching, doing and listening to to help me keep track.</p><p>I finished reading <i>Cathedral of Bones: An Ela of Salisbury Medieval Mystery </i>by J.G. Lewis. It is about Ela of Salisbury, a Countess in her own right who served as the local sheriff for two years after her husband died and until her son was of age. </p><p>I started reading<i> Pustules, Pestilence, and Pain: Tudor Treatments and Ailments of Henry VIII </i>by Seamus O'Caellaigh. My persona is from the period and I'm exploring the herbal and other treatments of the time.</p><p>Recently listened to <i>Medieval Popes: Everything You Wanted to Know </i>by History Extra: https://www.historyextra.com/membership/medieval-popes-everything-you-wanted-to-know-podcast-brett-whalen</p><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Elizabeth I's Spymaster, Walsingham</i> by Not Just the Tudors <br />https://shows.acast.com/not-just-the-tudors/episodes/elizabeth-spymaster-walsingham</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Reading about John Blanke, a trumpeter of African descent in the court of Henry VII. The John Blanke Project has some incredible research and reimaginings: https://www.johnblanke.com/</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Reading about Hildegard of Bingen and her healing knowledge:</div><div style="text-align: left;">https://www.medievalists.net/2016/07/the-herbal-cures-of-hildegard-von-bingen-was-she-right/</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Started learning Latin using Duolingo: https://www.duolingo.com/enroll/la/en/Learn-Latin.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></p><div><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></div>Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-77132288706487884752020-08-28T21:00:00.003-05:002020-08-28T21:00:23.120-05:00Dream Remembered<p> <span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dream Remembered </span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-552ad585-7fff-2f3a-4475-2a422eea2b57"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A new skald recites-</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her voice it falters</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her words aren’t quite clear as they will be anon.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Oh new skald, though your voice it falters</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Say your words, say your words to me.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A new jester stands</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He’ll bring joy and laughter</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With pratfalls and loss along the way</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Come, filled with mishaps and laughter </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Share your joy, share your joy with me.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A kind-hearted poet,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Timid in timbre</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But a voice that will stand firm someday</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Raise your voice and share with the Company </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your words they shine, they shine to me</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The art is shared</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And the dream is remembered</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the sacred circle and the lessons passed on</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Raise your voice, new performer</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For your light, your light goes with me.</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-24652433118228579682020-08-28T20:57:00.001-05:002020-08-28T20:57:05.282-05:00 Across the Sea<div style="text-align: left;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-a0b36a49-7fff-2d4d-ce16-3b464927c59e"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">‘Twas once in my youth, when moonlight was fading.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And with the dawn, a traveller moved on</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For his home was not here.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But where the wind was waiting.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His home it is across the wide sea.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He came to our harbor, a sailor and spirit</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For rest and reflection--</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He wouldn’t stay long.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He followed the wind and where it had lead him</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Far across the wide sea.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He’d been many places</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And wandered with pilgrim’s feet</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Offering wisdom he gave for free</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His home, it is across the mountains and ages</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And he went across the wide sea.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He’d come as a song, too brief was our friendship</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His sojourn restored him,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His ship moved on.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I think of him when the ships are leaving.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And I hope he is well on the sea.</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0Vermont, USA44.5588028 -72.57784149999999116.248568963821157 -107.73409149999999 72.869036636178848 -37.421591499999991tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-54487579571477132102020-08-28T20:42:00.002-05:002020-08-28T20:55:48.053-05:00 To Count Yehudah<h2 style="text-align: left;"><br /></h2><span id="docs-internal-guid-ca4734ac-7fff-d5d1-f86d-a0163f2bc87b"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Noble Learned Lord, uncle and friend</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your voice rings loud and sincere</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Rare Rose, on your words I attend.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On your loyal heart: let all hear!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Upright and noble, true friendship inspire</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Duty bound, I must admire. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You come like the Gryphone of old, </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Courage and fierceness met with pride. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Across leagues when stories are told---</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yea though you modestly hide</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Back where my heart did abide</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The North star shines bright and clear.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On a Soule I know as royale peer. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After “To the Ladie Arabella'' by Aemilia Lanyer. It is about Count Yehudah ben Yitzhak, one of the first people I met in the Barony of Nordskogen (Twin Cities) he has been a true friend and inspiration to many and someone I have admired for a long time.</span></p><div><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0Vermont, USA44.5588028 -72.577841499999991-12.38663501288007 -142.89034149999998 90 -2.265341499999991tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-45848228363253576142020-08-28T20:30:00.004-05:002020-08-28T20:54:26.935-05:00 Writer's Block <h2 style="text-align: left;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (to Remember O Thou Man)</span></h2><span id="docs-internal-guid-5ad2252c-7fff-3335-1de3-611bb0b2a1b2"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ve got a song to write,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Writer’s block--writer’s block</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ve got a song to write</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Muse, save me!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ve got a song to write,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And it can’t take all night</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So I’ll plead and fight</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pity---pity!</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There is a tune for me,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Isn’t there? Isn’t there?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There is a tune for me.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Please say ‘tis so?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There is a tune for me.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even if I just can’t see.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ll hum endlessly.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Or just go clean.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ll scream into the void</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Does this rhyme? Does this rhyme?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ll scream into the void--.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Oh, please what is my line?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ll scream into the void--</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ll write some other time.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Perhaps I’ll be just fine,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Or maybe not!</span></p><div><span face="" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0Vermont, USA44.5588028 -72.577841499999991-30.051117631439233 146.79715850000002 90 68.047158499999981tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-72337195690610418472017-01-29T19:05:00.000-06:002017-02-01T12:43:57.308-06:00An Adventure<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; white-space: pre-wrap;">It has been a long time since I've posted in this blog. In many ways, my SCA muse has been brushed aside. I have been thinking of doing this project for a while and this weekend is where it begins! I felt moved to embark on a special project this weekend at A Market Day Birka. I am modifying and using for reference </span><span style="color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="a-size-large" id="productTitle" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.3 !important; text-rendering: optimizeLegibility;"><i>The Bardic Handbook: The Complete Manual for the Twenty-First Century Bard </i>by </span></span><span style="color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Kevan Manwaring,</span><span style="color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> as my central text</span><i style="color: #111111;">. </i><span style="color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I will also consult a wide array of other resources it. </span><span style="color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Manwaring</span><span style="color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> uses the Welsh tradition but encourages people to use their own traditions for the journey. My alternate persona, </span>Yehudite<span style="color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> bat Elashava is my channel for this endeavor. I will be keeping a private journal in addition to this blog. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Thank you for following my journey! </span></span><br />
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My Bardic muse has been quiet as of late. The Northern region of the East Kingdom has many wonderful people but I do miss the Bardic camaraderie of the Northshield. I hope to post more often, even if it just brief mentions here and there.<br />
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In December my lord and I attended Festival des Glaces at Baronnie du Havre des Glaces, the group in Quebec. I didn't know anyone apart from Edward and the event was neat because it was bilingual. The King and Queen of the East attended and impressed me with their good will. The magic moment for me happened when a Bard in their train sang in Burgundian and later, when the joie de vivre spilled over into the feast with a cheeky rendition of "Chevalier de la Table Ronde"<br />
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Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-38485486642947731932012-09-14T19:41:00.002-05:002012-09-14T19:56:44.381-05:00Finding Robin Hood<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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One of my interests in the Bardic arts has been the Robin Hood legends and their evolution. These are some of my favorite sources that I used for a class I taught at the East Kingdom, Shire of Panthervale's Lost Tip Archery Event. There's so much you could talk about with the Robin Hood legends. The history of the time, ballads, dramas, outlaws, the evolving folk hero were some that I considered.</div>
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For my class I focused on the "Real" Robin Hood and some of the possible candidates. </div>
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<li>Robyn Hood of
Wakefield, c. 1320</li>
<li>Hobbehod c. 1225</li>
<li>Robin of Loxley
(Robert Fitz Odo) d. 1129</li>
<li>Piers Venables c.1437</li>
<li>Roger Godberd c. 1267</li>
<li>Robin Hood, a legend that grew.</li>
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<b>Web sites:<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Robin Hood</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">:<i> Welcome to Sherwood/Nottingham<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<u><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><a href="http://www.robinhood.ltd.uk/">http://www.robinhood.ltd.uk</a><o:p></o:p></span></u></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Facts and the Fiction - Legends, Stories, Songs</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<u><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><a href="http://www.robinhoodlegend.com/">http://www.robinhoodlegend.com/<o:p></o:p></a></span></u></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Welcome to Nottinghamshire, UK - Home of Robin Hood (Official tourism page of </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Nottinghamshire</span></i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">)</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">. <u><a href="http://www.experiencenottinghamshire.com/robin-hood/robin-hoods-nottingham">http://www.experiencenottinghamshire.com/robin-hood/robin-hoods-nottingham</a></u><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">The Robin Hood Project at
the University of Rochester<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: Verdana;"><u><a href="http://www.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/rh/rhhome.htm">http://www.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/rh/rhhome.htm</a></u></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Robin Hood -- Bold Outlaw of Barnsdale and Sherwood</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<u><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><a href="http://www.boldoutlaw.com/">http://www.boldoutlaw.com/<o:p></o:p></a></span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span><b>Books:</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Baldwin,
David (2010). <i>Robin Hood: The English
Outlaw Unmasked.</i></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Holt, J.C. (1982). <i>Robin
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Knight, Stephan. (1994). <i>Robin
Hood A Complete Study of The English Outlaw</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<!--EndFragment-->Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-8303760556250568072011-09-23T21:29:00.003-05:002011-09-24T13:58:42.333-05:00Commedia del Arte Scenario - Wishing Whale TaleThe Jararvellir Fool's Guild's second inception decided we wanted to write our own scenario and lazzi. We went in-depth, choosing names and creating a scenario that could be appreciated by our anachronistic audience. I don't believe it ever got the chance to be performed, but it deserves to be viewed. <br />
<br />
ca. 2003 Transcribed from a rediscovered journal.<br />
<br />
Scenario conceived by Rascal (Pantalone/Capitano Fracaise), Faris, (Capitano Antonio) Matthew (Dottore D'Amore) Genvieve (Giovanna/Harlequinna) and Moi, Alienor (Columbina/Ursula) <br />
<br />
Wishing Whale Tale<br />
<br />
<b>Scene I</b><br />
<br />
<b>Dottore</b> needs a servant, he literally runs into <b>Giovanna</b> and ends up hiring her.<br />
<br />
A Commission arrives from the <b>Old Capitano Fracaise and Young Capitano Antonio </b> for the <b>Dottore</b>; they each require a special potion.<br />
<br />
<b>Scene II</b><br />
<br />
<i>Packing Lazzi</i> Each of the two <b>Capitanos</b> enters at separate times wanting their things packed in their shared trunk, they order <b>Ursula</b> to pack and every time they enter they remove something from their fellow and add what they want. <br />
<br />
<b>Capitano Fracaise</b> old artillery tells Ursula, using "misfiring" puns that he needs <b>Ursula</b> to get a special potion from Dottore--he needs to find true love. <br />
<br />
<b>Scene III</b> <br />
<i>Shopping Lazzi</i><b>Giovanna</b> and <b>Dottore</b> work the audience to find ingredients. Eventually they find they needed special container--a whale shaped bottle- with a previously planted member of the audience. <br />
<br />
The <b>Dottore and Giovanna</b> meet up with Ursula and Capitano Fracaise. <br />
<br />
<i>Translation Lazzi</i> - <b>Giovanna and Ursula</b> translate for <b>Dottore</b> and the <b>Capitanos</b>--Dottore is from Balogne and the Capitanos are from Verona. The translation is insulting and silly, the servants run away from being slapped once the <b>Capitanos</b> finally figure out they are speaking the same language anyway.<br />
<br />
<b>Capitano Antonio </b>decides to "impress" some students. He also wants to be sure that Dottore will NOT tell <b>Capitano Fracaise</b> why he needs help.<br />
<br />
The <b>Dottore and Capitanos</b> begin to order ridiculous things for their servants to do. The servants suggest the <b>Capitanos</b> could perhaps get their military physical from <b>Dottore</b> The servants run away to have fun.<br />
<br />
Intermission <br />
<br />
Scene IV<br />
<br />
<b>Giovanna</b> and <b>Ursula</b> return drunk, dragging along audience members.<br />
<br />
The <b>Capitanos</b> and <b>Dottore</b> yell for servants who hide.<br />
<br />
<i>Physical Lazzi</i><br />
The <b>Capitanos</b> physical consist of the <b>Dottore</b> examining them for afar, doing silly things and annoucing they could be pregnant. The <b>Capitanos</b> each get prescriptions for their need, <b>Antonio</b> still won't say what he needs help for.<br />
<br />
The leave with the threat of blood letting and run off screaming, followed by <b>Ursula</b> <br />
<br />
<b>Giovanna</b> stays to help with the potion lazzi<br />
<br />
<i><i>Potion preparation lazzi</i></i><b>Dottore</b> uses elaborate 'magic' to prepare his potion.<br />
<br />
<b>Giovanna</b> is sent finally to give the potions to the <b>Capitanos</b> but she gets them confused because <b>Dottore</b> only had ONE bottle, the whale container. <b>Ursula</b> finds it funny and watches them.<br />
<br />
<i>Reaction Lazzi</i><br />
<br />
<b>Capitano Antonio</b> spies <b>Capitano Fracaise </b>drinking "his" potion and attacks, drinks some from the whale jug himself. The two resolve to duel, but each get an uncontrollable hiccups and cannot continue.<br />
<br />
<b>Ursula</b> takes away their weapons and offers them toothpicks instead and she fetches the <b>Dottore</b><br />
<br />
<b>Giovanna</b> is instructed to sit on <b>Capitano Antonio</b> to keep him from hiccuping. The <b>Dottore</b> intends to do the same to <b>Capitano Fracaise</b> but <b>Capitano Fracaise</b> says "no".<br />
<br />
<b>Giovanna</b> jumps on <b>Capitano Fracaise's</b> back, eventually she ends up with one Capitano in a headlock and another in a foot lock. <b>Ursula</b>gets fed up and finally shouts "The Austrians are coming!" The <b>Capitanos</b> immediately get into attack mode and <b>Giovanna</b> goes flying. The immediate scare cures them of the hiccups.<br />
<br />
<b>Ursula</b> reveals that <b>Capitano Antonio </b> now has been giving a potion to make him brave; <b>Capitano Fracaise</b> can find love and since there was just the ONE whale jug and ONE potion they each can get both. The <b>Capitanos</b> exit to search for women and battle. The <b>Dottore</b>blames <b>Giovanna</b> for the confusion but takes credit for curing the Capitanos of the hiccups.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Ursula</b> watches them all run off, picks up the forgotten whale jug, toasts the audiance, takes a sip, hiccups, giggles and struts off.Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-9153645752103188942011-09-22T21:10:00.000-05:002011-09-22T21:10:30.451-05:00Alienor has movedI have moved from the Barony of Jararvellir (Madison, Wisconsin) to the Shire of Panthervale (Central Vermont) with the arrival of parcels from storage spaces, I have found some of my old SCA works and files. I hope to update with some of them as I am able.Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-83351994981407816272011-06-17T14:04:00.001-05:002011-06-17T14:04:58.893-05:00Major Events in Jewish MysticismMajor Events in Jewish Mysticism<br />
Year in BCE or CE <br />
<br />
700 BCE <br />
The Torah rediscovered by Josiah, King of Judah in Solomon's Temple. <br />
<br />
6th century BCE- 1 CE <br />
Second Temple period, first mystical beliefs formed under the name "Work of the Chariot" based on Ezekiel's vision of G-d's chariot.<br />
<br />
5th Century BCE <br />
Square Script adapted as preferred script for the writing of Torah scrolls.<br />
<br />
200 BCE <br />
Mystic scholars live in Qumran, which is now Jordon.<br />
<br />
1 CE <br />
Mystic tradition largely focuses on visionary experiences from the Hebrew Bible.<br />
<br />
2 CE <br />
Rabbi Akiva and his successor Rabbi Shimon bar Yochai have written treatise.<br />
5th Century CE Rediscovery of Sefer ha Yetzirah, The Book of Creation legend says it was written by Abraham.<br />
<br />
6th century CE <br />
Rabbi Akiva's followers continue to study mystic tradition, including the model for the four rabbis who experienced the divine while living<br />
<br />
939-1038 CE <br />
Emphasis on out of body experiences according to the school of Hai Gaon. Unlike Akiva they focused on altered mental state.<br />
<br />
11th Century <br />
Solomon Ibn Gabirol names the tradition Kabbalah, Bachaya ben Joseph Ibn Pakuda writes The Book of Directions to the Duties of the Heart, believes in then "gates" of seeking G-d. <br />
<br />
1280 <br />
Spanish Kabbalist Moses de Leon brings the ancient traditions together with the current and creates The Zoharor Book of Splendor<br />
<br />
13th century <br />
Abraham Abulafia, a radical Kabbalist opens the practice to include Jewish women and gentiles. Considered precursor to "liberal" Kabbalah<br />
<br />
15th-16th century <br />
Kabbalists settle in Sefed, the Holy Land, calling themselves Chevarim (friends) under the leadership of Moses Cordovero <br />
<br />
1543-1620 <br />
Kabbalah reaches its peak under the leadership of Isaac Luria, called the Ari (Lion). He devised a set of group meditations including instruction for breathing.<br />
<br />
I used a variety of resources to put this timeline together. If you are interested, send me a message and I can give you a list of some of the probable ones I used. This was compiled about five years ago<br />
<br />
Note: BCE=Before Common Era (scholarly form of BC)<br />
CE=Common Era (scholarly for AD)Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-1504650007304642482011-06-17T13:58:00.001-05:002011-07-19T20:49:45.900-05:00The Pheonix in Fading SummerSomehow, I lost this poem. But I always intended it for the lovely shire of Shire of Rokeclif, Northshield, in La Crosse. Much love to that fair place.<br />
<br />
<br />
For many long year the Pheonix has grown<br />
And watched o’er the people here<br />
Alas in the fading summer<br />
For then, the Phoenix must die.<br />
<br />
<br />
He has exploded with wings<br />
And guarded the shire,<br />
Full of love for the people below,<br />
Alas that he must die.<br />
<br />
His cries can be heard in the heartbeat of the people,<br />
On the Fierce wings of Roacklif’s song<br />
People he loves, and people he guards<br />
For the will that he holds, but now he builds his pire.<br />
<br />
When at last he lays down his head<br />
The summer is at end,<br />
And people gather in the Hall,<br />
He sheds a tear as he vanishes in the ash and fire.<br />
<br />
But anon, here he comes<br />
In vibrant light!<br />
Rekindled by the beacons of flame.<br />
And that’s how the Phoenix lives!<br />
<br />
<br />
A toast to the people of the Phoenix,<br />
For his gift was the Autumn Rose,<br />
For the day that he rose from the ashes—<br />
He cried tears from which spring a rose.Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-86479733580188342202011-06-17T10:36:00.001-05:002011-06-17T10:37:21.806-05:00Morley's Barley: It's More than Soup!<u>Now Is the Month of Maying</u><br />
Lyrics by Sir Thomas Morley, Published, 1595,<br />
<br />
<i>Now is the month of Maying, when merry lads are playing! <br />
Fa la la la la!<br />
Each with his bonny lass, upon the greeny grass<br />
fa la la la la!<br />
The Spring, clad all in gladness, doth laugh at Winter's sadness! <br />
Fa la la la la!<br />
And to the bagpipes’ sound, the nymphs tread out the ground! <br />
Fa la la la la!<br />
Fie! Then why sit we musing, youth’s sweet delight refusing?<br />
Fa la la la la!<br />
Say, dainty nymphs and speak! Shall we play barley break? <br />
Fa la la la la!</i><br />
<br />
A brief study of the quaint phrase in the song <i>Now is the Month of Maying</i>."<i> </i>Say, dainty nymphs and speak! Shall we play barley break?<i>"</i>The song is a light-hearted one about the return of spring. Most of the lyrics are still easily understood today, apart from that last line. Since this issue at hand this month is springtime fun, <br />
I thought to examine "barley break" and discovered it was a game along the same lines as "Red Rover" and amongst children it could be very innocent. Among adults playing for flirtation however, the connotation is a bit different, akin to "a roll in the hay". <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">How to play "Barley Break" also called "Last Couple in Hell"¹</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">You need:</span><br />
<ul><li><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Three male-female pairs</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;"> A game field divided in three</span></li>
</ul><span style="font-size: x-small;">There should be one couple standing on the right side of the field, one couple standing on the left side of the field and the remaining couple standing in the middle (Hell)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
The Object of the Game:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
The middle couple in “Hell” tries to catch the others as they run past so that they have to be in Hell. That couple use their clasped hands to catch the others. If caught,<br />
that couple goes to the middle of the field. </span><br />
<br />
The game was well known enough to be mentioned in The Two Noble Kinsmen by William Shakespeare and John Fletcher. In Act Four, Scene 3 the Jailer's Daughter says “Faith, I'll tell you: sometime we go to barley-break, we of the blessed."<br />
<br />
According to Gerald Massey, Sonnet 144 is all about this very game, proving its popularity and widespread usage.²<br />
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SONNET 144 by William Shakespeare<br />
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,<br />
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:<br />
The better angel is a man right fair,<br />
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.<br />
To win me soon to hell*, my female evil<br />
Tempteth my better angel from my side,<br />
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,<br />
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.<br />
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend<br />
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;<br />
But being both from me, both to each friend,<br />
I guess one angel in another's hell:<br />
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,<br />
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.<br />
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From all that, in can be inferred that "Barley break" can be an innocent children's game or an adult game of flirtation and a metaphor for being captured by love. <br />
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notes<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">¹</span> Suzanne Lord Music from the age of Shakespeare: a cultural history (Westport CT: Greenwood Press, 2003), 156. <br />
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² Gerald Massey. The Secret Drama of Shakespeare's Sonnets 1888 Edition..<br />
(http://gerald-massey.org.uk/massey/cpr_shakspeare_index.htm (accessed 3/30/2010) 134-137. Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-15975940178384277332010-06-27T21:46:00.001-05:002010-08-24T08:13:38.483-05:00More Book Curses--and my own!<div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A few more links I found:</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">http://www.library.vcu.edu/preservation/curse.html</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">http://ucblibraries.colorado.edu/specialcollections/exhibits/past/ploughing/index.htm</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I was trying to work on a poem for "inspiration" but these curses make me laugh. So, inspired by a favorite curse all around--book in the Monastery of San Pedro in Barcelona I wrote my own.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Original:</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For him that stealeth, or borroweth and returneth not, this book from its owner, let it change into a serpent in his hand & rend him. Let him be struck with palsy, & all his members blasted. Let him languish in pain crying aloud for mercy, & let there be no surcease to his agony till he sing in dissolution. Let bookworms gnaw his entrails in token of the Worm that dieth not, & when at last he goeth to his final punishment, let the flames of Hell consume him for ever.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> from a book in the Monastery of San Pedro in Barcelona</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I wasn't found of the rhyme from this one but I did like the sentiment.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Whoever steals this Book of Prayer</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">May he be ripped apart by swine,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">His heart be splintered, this I swear,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And his body dragged along the Rhine</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(early 16th c)</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This is mine--inspired by the Book Curse genre and Dr. Seuss!</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Curse from Alienor's Booke of Common Prayer</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If thou should steal this book of prayer,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Thou are not welcome anywhere.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Every door shall close to thee,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Wanderer thou are and shall always be.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Neither God's Angels nor Hell below,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shall take thee, where shall you go?</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Stay to the Earth and wander far,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Cursed be, the thief you are.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br />
</div>Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-4287258276117946462010-06-23T10:42:00.001-05:002010-08-24T08:14:29.708-05:00TranslationI have previously written my acrostic in the style of François Villon, in French. First, the actualy French again and then an English translation by request.Translation doesn't keep the acrostic or scheme, just gives the meaning. <br />
Alienor<br />
Allons-y au départ, c’est l'aventure ou rien<br />
Liaisons d'amour ou amitié main en main.<br />
Ile de France, centre belle<br />
Est-ce que tu es encore fidele ?<br />
Noyant pas dans l’hiver tristesse<br />
Ore de printemps arrive en vitesse<br />
Remplie mon cœur en son jeunesse. <br />
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Alienor<br />
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Let us go for the journey, it is adventure or nothing.<br />
Perhaps a love song or just friendship, hand in hand.<br />
Ile de France, center so fair.<br />
Are you still true?<br />
Drown not it the winter for sadness<br />
Now is the time for quick spring gladness<br />
Fills up my heart in her youth.Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-82272373909643096652010-06-17T09:55:00.001-05:002010-08-24T08:14:39.279-05:00Book cursesMixing it up a little, I'm going to start including posts about research, including links to interesting finding. This was originally posted on my livejournal blog http://alienorh.livejournal.com<br />
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<div class="asset-content"><div class="asset-body">I always knew that books were very valuable in period, but the discovery that clerks wrote in "book curses" against anyone who would steal a book amuses me. I glossed over the apparent used of it when I read Chaucer's "House of Fame"<br />
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Some examples I loved: </div><div class="asset-body"><br />
"Whoever steals this book let him die the death; let be him be frizzled in a pan; may the falling sickness rage within him; may he be broken on the wheel and be hanged"<br />
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Placing Middle English in context By Irma Taavitsainen has a chapter where she discuses the use of the genre. <br />
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Anathema!: Medieval Scribes and the History of Book Curses by Marc Drogin, apparently also discusses it.</div><div class="asset-body"></div><div class="asset-body"><br />
"Whoever Alters This, May God Turn His Face from Him on the Day of Judgment": Curses in<br />
Anglo-Saxon Legal Documents by Brenda Danet and Bryna Bogoch<br />
The Journal of American Folklore, Vol. 105, No. 416 (Spring, 1992), pp. 132-165<br />
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Author, Scribe, and Curse: the Genre of "Adam Scriveyn" by Glending Olson.<br />
The Chaucer Review v. 42 no. 3 (2008) p. 284-97 <br />
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"Bibliomania and the Medieval Book Curse" by Sandra Anderson, March 2003<br />
<a href="http://capping.slis.ualberta.ca/cap03/sandra/book_curse.html" id="link_3">http://capping.slis.ualberta.ca/cap03/s<wbr></wbr>andra/book_curse.html</a><br />
</div><div class="asset-body">Anderson's works cited--<a href="http://capping.slis.ualberta.ca/cap03/sandra/works%20consulted.html" id="link_4">http://capping.slis.ualberta.ca/c<wbr></wbr>ap03/sandra/works%20consulted.html</a><br />
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This site even has awsome graphics someone drew:<br />
<a href="http://www.sfu.ca/aq/archives/Nov2003/features/curses.html" id="link_5">http://www.sfu.ca/aq/archives/Nov2003/f<wbr></wbr>eatures/curses.html</a><br />
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And now you can even buy one for your personal library:<br />
<a href="http://gifts.cafepress.com/item/medieval-book-curse-framed-tile/165214083" id="link_6">http://gifts.cafepress.com/item/medieva<wbr></wbr>l-book-curse-framed-tile/165214083</a> </div><div class="asset-body"></div></div>Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-32621218663268820642010-03-02T22:41:00.001-06:002010-03-02T22:47:44.599-06:00The Return of Arthur<span style="color: blue;">Written for the challenge of "Every Ending is a New Beginning"</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> </span><span style="color: blue;">"Everyone loves a happy ending, but a happy ending that could be the beginning of another adventure is even better. Present a work that gives a new chapter to a well-known tale or new verses to a beloved song."</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I picked a legend that ends with death ('cause dammit A LOT of Medieval/Renaissance stories DO) and decided to do it as Alienor Hathaway, English Lady at the time of Mary who's worried that the natural order of things is a mess with a Queen on the throne. I had to go against Mariessa's feminist views to write it. </span><br />
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<br />
The World I live in is in turmoil.<br />
<br />
A Queen by divine right can only mean the divine retribution. King Arthur’s gravestone at Glastonbury says “Hic jacet Arthurus, rex quondam, rexque furturs” or ‘Here lies Arthur, king that was, king that shall be.’, Hearing tell of this, King Philip, consort of Her Majesty, Queen Mary, has sworn that he would give up all claims and resign to the rightful King of England, should he return.<br />
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Arthur is not dead, but sleeps. The Grail awakens him. Be it from the Wild Hunt or mystic Avalon. God will call forth Arthur should this turmoil continue. For if his people are ever in such dire danger, Arthur is bound as protector to return under the sing of the dragon.<br />
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No one knows how he shall come. But in this, my own story, I see his return and with it, the Grail. Military victory, a Britain again made right and God again by our side. When all that is out of order is made in order again and the divine spheres are made right. The suffering give way and the true King shall return.Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-30405764719557496102010-03-02T22:31:00.000-06:002010-03-02T22:31:00.232-06:00Écoutez-moi!I decided to challenge myself to writing a form poem since I find it easy to write in free verse. So, I thought I'd practice on the rondeau form to start since that's the style for the challenge at Bardic Madness XX. Couldn't write one in English, but I got one in French. So, that's what I ended up presenting. It did include an English Translation but rhyming/rhythm couldn't be kept for the English.<br />
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Écoutez-moi (Listen to Me!)<br />
<br />
Écoutez-moi, vous qui est mon témoin <br />
De temps en temps tu es trop loin <br />
Vis a vis mon histoire <br />
Est possible avec tes mémoires? <br />
Mais quand même, tu es bien. <br />
<br />
C'est vrai l'amour en son jardin <br />
Qui me dirige sur ce chemin <br />
C'est un commencement de nos espoirs <br />
Écoutez-moi ! <br />
<br />
Maintenant, main dans la main <br />
Toujours, toujours nos refrains <br />
Est nos gloires <br />
Mes mots en grimoires<br />
Moi qui détesté chérubin!<br />
Écoutez-moi !Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-56237050152245933192010-03-02T22:27:00.000-06:002010-03-02T22:27:29.186-06:00Royal ChallengeReturned from Bardic Madness XX with works that were presented. The following is from the Royal Challenge: Wuv, Twoo Wuv… <br />
Quote from the web page:<br />
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"As always, wuv is a big part of what bwings us togevver today. King Siegfried and Queen Elizabeth ask for your best songs, poetry, stories, etc. relating to the joy of true love. In return, They will be offering a lovely wooden harp as a prize for Their (or Their designee’s) favorite performance. Extra applause for Princess Bride references or for finding a use for the word “schmoopy”."<br />
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A Princess Bride Fan is probably going to recognize that most of these lines were lovingly ripped from the movie and forced into my rhyme.<br />
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Death cannot stop true love.<br />
Although it may cause slight delay.<br />
A thousand swords could not sever<br />
The love of someone clever.<br />
Not more noble a cause.<br />
Above a common word and laws.<br />
The link of dead…and not quite.<br />
A man in black, a lady in white.<br />
Behind the masks we wear,<br />
There is true love: it is everywhere.Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-72845672093497753312010-01-11T22:29:00.002-06:002010-01-11T22:31:39.748-06:00Ophelia's SoliloquyTo live--or die?<br />
Does he love me? <br />
Should I suffer for lost love?<br />
Or rise up against myself?<br />
And end my misery.<br />
To die,<br />
To weep no more.<br />
To end the ache that my heart feels.<br />
I yearn for it.<br />
To die,<br />
To sleep in peace forever.<br />
With my father,<br />
We lays in the dust<br />
For remembrance.<br />
My heart is heavy,<br />
What is to come?<br />
Always fear.<br />
Hamlet, would bear is misfortune,<br />
Forgetting me and going to the unknown.<br />
Why should I bear it?<br />
This wronged lover?<br />
This lady's torment?<br />
The broken spirit?<br />
This lack of justice?<br />
No voice for my pain?<br />
I could end it all.<br />
In a river.<br />
<br />
Why do mothers bear it?<br />
To grunt and sweat while giving life?<br />
All the while, facing death?<br />
Yet all dread what is to come.<br />
The unknown beyond that blood and pain of life,<br />
Is what we known not.<br />
Those noble men --<br />
My father, dead.<br />
My true love, mad.<br />
My brother, gone.<br />
Where may I go?<br />
What can I do?<br />
To a nunnery--<br />
Or to a river.<br />
I go.<br />
<br />
<br />
I don't remember when I wrote this, but I belive it was probably in 2002 when I took a Shakespeare survey course. We read <em>Hamlet </em>and I wanted to give Ophelia words.Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-7206019611482386122010-01-11T22:19:00.003-06:002020-07-25T18:15:37.216-05:00Banner of the Compass StarSong is always dedicated to the inspirational Crowns of Northshield.<br />
<br />
Sing a song of Northshield sons<br />
And Northern daughters too.<br />
Raise our banner overhead<br />
The Griffin calls to you.<br />
<br />
CHORUS<br />
Raise up the banner of the Compass Star<br />
Far from home, we hold dear,<br />
From gathering storms of warfare<br />
The Griffin Army's here.<br />
<br />
You needn't be the boldest<br />
We're one Army in fields of war,<br />
Bugle notes they linger<br />
The might Griffins soar.<br />
<br />
CHORUS<br />
<br />
Word fame of heart heartbeat<br />
We march to do or die.<br />
The music's in the people,<br />
Free under Northern sky.<br />
<br />
CHORUS<br />
Written for Stephen Du Bois and Ailleanne Faelin at Warriors and Warlor XVI (2009), in which I was named Bardic Champion for their reign. I wrote a war song and was so incredibly nervous I was shaking. I'm proud of myself for this one and it's about time I posted it somewhere. I should note that I wanted to write a song to challenge myself. I found my inspiration in the Queen fighting on the field at Pensic and also in the beautiful banners that Northshield has.Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-14757044650136009692010-01-11T22:11:00.001-06:002010-01-13T09:48:31.744-06:00Crap, Man, It's Cold Here in Northshield! (a comical arrangement for a bardic creature with two heads)By Salienor the Foolefeathre (with apologies to Master Ingus Moen) <br />
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CHORUS <br />
Shuffling forth with a scarf on our face <br />
To shield from the cold which can hit like a mace <br />
Everyone's all huddled up in one place <br />
'Cause CRAP MAN, it's cold here in Northshield! <br />
<br />
HEAD ONE: Freeing my car from a near-inch of frost <br />
HEAD TWO: Wondering just how much mileage we've lost <br />
HEAD ONE: Getting snow chains and ignoring the cost <br />
BOTH: Oh snowstorm the bane of my Northshield <br />
<br />
and we're... <br />
<br />
CHORUS <br />
<br />
HEAD TWO: Donning my armor that's colder than ice <br />
HEAD ONE: Freezing cold armor is not very nice <br />
HEAD TWO: Skating a melee... <br />
HEAD ONE: I'll not do that twice! <br />
<br />
BOTH: The landscape is frozen Northshield <br />
<br />
and we're... <br />
<br />
CHORUS <br />
<br />
HEAD ONE: Chapeaus and mantles are proudly displayed <br />
HEAD TWO: Hey, look at all of this warm garb we have made! <br />
HEAD ONE: Dealing in warmth is our stock and our trade <br />
BOTH: Sweet fire the savior of Northshield <br />
<br />
and we're... <br />
<br />
CHORUS <br />
<br />
HEAD TWO: Hugging and cuddling all through the storm <br />
HEAD ONE: Closeness? <br />
HEAD TWO: Hell no! <br />
BOTH: We just want to be warm! <br />
HEAD TWO: Sometime around Dub-dub new babes will be born <br />
BOTH: We have to be close here in Northshield <br />
<br />
and we're... <br />
<br />
CHORUS <br />
<br />
(slowly) <br />
<br />
HEAD ONE: The Sun sudd'n'ly comes out in June or July <br />
HEAD TWO: Dub-dub and Pennsic will quickly draw nigh <br />
HEAD ONE: The Sun beats down on us, <br />
HEAD TWO: we fear we my die... <br />
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BOTH: At least until next month in Northshield <br />
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Published censoring the "Crap" in the December 2009 <em>Nortwatch</em>. Sarah the Fool's idea and chorus, we came up with the rest of it coming back from Border's Skermish. The <em>nomme de plume</em> is taken from Sarah and Alienor + Fool and Grayfeathre. Two fools together may accomplish much.Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-31501787158855175452009-05-24T14:31:00.000-05:002009-05-24T14:55:34.501-05:00The entire work of "Not Another Fairy Tale"<p>Below is the entire text of a work begun over 7 years ago for the Jararvellir Fool's Guild to perform. It makes use of many "in-jokes" at the time and was meant to be a sort of musical/entertainment. As it happened, the guild when further into the direction of Commedia del Arte and more period entertainment and never gave this a go. </p><p> </p><p>Not Another Fairy Tale<br /><br />By The Honorable Lady Aliénor Hathaway, Inspired by and collaborated with the Jararvellir Fool’s Guild (first and third incarnation)</p><p>With special thanks to Lady Saerlaith for editing.<br /><br />Narrator 1 <br />Narrator 2<br />Lady Katherin <br />Count Martin<br />Duke John <br />Duke André <br />Prince Hamlet <br />Hera (or Harold) the Herald<br />Messenger (Philippa) <br />Count/ess<br />Body Guar<br />Guards/Clean up crew <br />The Player <br />Somebody <br /><br /><br />Act I, Scene 1<br /><br />(While the Narrator is talking, Martin comes in, obviously acting drunk, staggers to audience and asks for mead until he falls right where he is.)<br /><br />Song: Martin Said to His Man…<br /><br />Narrator 1: (Grandly) Well met my honorable Lords and Ladies. I pray you attend to the play that we humbly present to you. It is a play of laughter and merriment. And yet, good gentles, how can such a small space show the wonder of Europe? It is during the war of the Roses when England and France fight for the throne of England…(interrupted by…)<br /><br />Narrator 2: Wait a minute you’ve got this all wrong here. The gentles that are here want to see a period! The fight for the French throne was years earlier, with Henry the V at Agincourt, but everyone won out in the end, because Katherine the wife fell in love with Owen Tudor. You see the War of the Roses began…<br /><br />Narrator 1: (Takes out a stop watch.)<br /><br />Narrator 2: Hey, that’s IS NOT period! Are you listening?<br /><br />Narrator 1: No. And frankly, I never said this was a period piece! Now, get back to where all the characters are supposed to be!<br /><br />Narrator 2: Hold on, it should just take a few minutes for me to explain all about the white rose and the red rose. You see, during the War of the Roses, the houses of Lancaster and York eventually killed each other off, allowing the Tudor line to…(keeps ad libbing until carried off stage)<br /><br />Narrator 1:(gives a big sigh) GUARDS!<br /><br />(Immediately, two guards enter.)<br /><br />Narrator 1: Remove the lady.<br /><br />(One of the guards picks her up while she’s still talking and carries her off)<br /><br />Narrator 2: WAIT, I’m not done!<br /><br />Narrator 1: (Clears throat) It doesn’t matter who fought who does it? Just as long as there is war and death the brave warrior is satisfied! This play is about a war between cousins and--<br /><br />Hera the Herald (interrupts loudly): OYEZ OYEZ THE PLAY WILL NOW BEGIN!<br /><br />Narrator: You’re late.<br /><br />Hera: Sorry.<br /><br />(Hera exits)<br /><br />Narrator 1: Now, we are at your service good gentles, a most humble troop (snickers from troupe) SHUSH! Now, since we are a low budget group, I may say with certainty we are a traveling band and our story is…er interesting. Ask our head fool to tell it sometime, but don’t ask the small one because you’ll never get away…(Kat enters with her two guards and smacks her, her guards look menacing) Right, well, let’s begin, shall we? See here, the lady Katherine…<br /><br />(Kat “sees” her father, lying right where he fell)<br /><br />Kat: Dearest father, what happened?<br /><br />Count Martin: (covers eyes and groans) I feel my spirit is bound for the world of our Lord.<br /><br />Kat: What? Father…<br /><br />Martin: Now, before I breathe no longer, go to thine uncle in lands far from here…some where in the North. You are no longer safe in France.<br /><br />Kat: What do you mean? Father, you were just drinking and celebrating with the audi—I mean with your friends!<br /><br />Martin: Stay not here. Take my will and go! You shall marry your foster cousin and, re-united, make good our claim to the Duchy of…oh, drat, what’s it called…? (Seems to die)<br /><br />Narrator 1: Now, before our Lady Katherine gets all emotional, let’s just say she cried a lot. (Kat covers her face) she sobbed (Kat sobs) she clutched her hands…(Kat clutches her hands) and she knelt at her father’s feet. (Kat kneels at her father’s feet) and she banged her head against the wall…(Kat stops and glares at him.)<br /><br />Kat: You’d better be kidding.<br /><br />Narrator 1: I wanted to see if it would work. (pause) The Lady found herself terrified.<br /><br />Kat: Ahem—I’m not that kind of girl.<br /><br />Narrator 1: (to Kat) Well, you should be. (to audience) She OBEYED her father’s dying wish.<br /><br />Kat: Do I have to?<br /><br />Narrator 1: Yes.<br /><br />Kat: (turning back to the “body”) Farewell, Father! I go now to the North. (exits running)<br /><br />Narrator 1: For now that Katherine’s father, the Count of Dijon, was de-<br /><br />Martin: (Belches or moans) ...damn Spaniards, I must have talked in my sleep again!<br /><br />Hera (enters): OYEZ OYEZ le seigneur de Dijon talked in his sleep again!<br /><br />Martin: Oh, shut up. Where’s my daughter?<br /><br />Narrator 1: You sent her to the mythical land in the North…to your brother.<br /><br />Martin: That imbecile? What’s he supposed to do? He disappeared five years ago and left behind his unruly brood of children…and took his 13-year-old foster son to war! If he thinks he can marry my daughter to one of those imbeciles…. God’s knees…I’ll have to go after her! Herald, call my army! (Tries to stand, falls down) I mean, call my army after I’m sober…Where’s my mead? Damn Spaniards.<br /><br />Narrato 1r: (Shakes her head) And so it was that the daughter of Count Martin François Louis blah blah blah de Dijon found herself in the North of France disguised as a peasant (one of the sword boys brings her a cloak that he puts over her dress) with only her swords and loyal dogs—I mean, umm, bodyguards, as companions. At Calais, they hired a litter for the journey to the mythical land in the North.<br /><br />(Everyone enters and acts like a port city, selling things throwing things, etc. to be worked out. Kat dodges in between all of them, with her bodyguard hitting all the people who try to even talk to her.)<br /><br />Narrator 1: Little did she know that she was headed directly into a dangerous plot…<br /><br />(Everyone stops, including the one her ‘sword boy’ is hitting at the moment.)<br /><br />All (shout): How dangerous was it?<br /><br /><br />Act 1, Scene 2<br /><br />(someone walks across with a sign for scene changes?)<br /><br />Narrator 1: Eh-heh-hehm! Very dangerous. Now, CLEAR THE STAGE! We will now change our scene to the, err, clueless Duke’s tower, and we’ll let you imagine what happened to Katherine, while the Duke Jonathan Wayne (pause)-Man paces nervously in his dungeons.<br /><br />(John enters pacing)<br /><br />John: I don’t have a dungeon. Too gory.<br /><br />Narrator 1: Oh, umm Library.<br /><br />John: I can’t read. Too boring.<br /><br />Narrator 1: But you’re rich, you can have a library.<br /><br />John: Oh.<br /><br />Narrator 1: (continues) He was pacing nervously..<br /><br />John: I am?<br /><br />Narrator 1: YES, now kindly stop interrupting me!<br /><br />(Philippa the Messenger enters, looks terrified)<br /><br />John: Yes?<br /><br />Philippa: My Lord, err um err, uh, I-I-I-I.<br /><br />John: Out with it, speak!<br /><br />Philippa: Well, err; your father’s sent word from abroad…<br /><br />John: Right.<br /><br />Philippa: And err, he left your brotherincharge.<br /><br />John: Excuse me?<br /><br />Philippa: Mumble….but at least you’ll have money…<br /><br />John: Say the first part.<br /><br />Philippa: Err, “the first part”<br /><br />John: No, the first part of your message.<br /><br />Philippa: “the first part of your message”<br /><br />John: NO! What did my father say in his message?<br /><br />Philippa: Oh, that. (Inches toward door with each word) He (step) left (step) your brother (step) in charge (step)! He said that you couldn’t be in charge of anyone, my lord, but at least he left you a nice allowance….<br /><br />John: WHAT! Wait, you didn’t finish… This can’t be happening…how could he do this to me? I’m just an insignificant Duke…<br /><br />All (offstage) You can say that again!<br /><br />John: All right. I’m just an insignificant Duke of lands that—<br /><br />Narrator 1: --don’t really exist at all. <br /><br />(Herald Enters)<br /><br />Herald: (Time) O’CLOCK, all is BAD, the DUKE is VERY UPSET DON’T BOTHER HIM! Oh, and the line at the privies has gone down!<br /><br />(Exits)<br /><br />John: (Massages his ears) How could my father do this? That half-wit brother of mine has been at war since he was small, what a brat! Eighteen years old and being sent home to be regent over me? Over me, the one who’s duke!<br /><br />Narrator 1: Or a jerk!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Act 1, Scene 3<br /><br /> Narrator 1: Meanwhile…. on the other side of the made up country that has no historical significance whatsoever, Duke Skywalker…<br /><br />(Narrator 2 enters, confers with her)<br /><br />Narrator 1: Oh, sorry, wrong story… I mean, Darth Duke…. (Narrator 2 steps up again, confers)<br /><br />Narrator 1: Does he even have a name? (Narrator 2 whispers again)<br /><br />Narrator 1: Oh. So I can’t use it. Oh, why don’t you tell them!?<br /><br />Narrator 2: This man, André le Grand, so called because of his height, was so villainous that he thought nothing of killing anyone. (disgusted) In fact, he would even kill his own mother…he would…<br /><br />Narrator 1: We get the picture.<br /><br />Narrator 2: I’m just trying to warn you. He thought nothing of killing---<br /><br />Narrator 1: Get on with it!<br /><br />(Duke André enters with a dagger, kills Narrator 1)<br /><br />Narrator 2: (doesn’t see, continues) Why, he’d even kill a narrator of a highly ridiculous story…(stops, sees the narrators dead).<br /><br />Narrator 2: OH MY GOD, you killed the narrator!<br /><br />(Cast comes out, ad lib:) What do we do now? How could you do that? Etc.<br /><br />André: (shrugs): I didn’t like the way she was telling the story.<br /><br />Narrator 1: I’m not really dead! I’m getting better…really. (Cast ignores him and drags her off, Narrator 2 tries to slink away too)<br /><br />André: Oh, no you don’t, we have to know what happens next!<br /><br />(Count enters)<br /><br />Count: That makes one dead narrator. One dead body! Ha ha ha!<br /><br />André: I think she might have been breathing…<br /><br />Count: Oh, Shut up. You do your job and I’ll do mine!<br /><br />Andre: Right. Narrator, what happens next?<br /><br />Narrator 2: Ummmm…(shuffles pages of script). Ah, here we are! Little did Jonathan know that André had his younger brother in captivity and was forcing him to serve as his page.<br /><br />André: I love being evil. I mean, first I force the man to give me his son as ransom, then I lock him up too! Just remember, you’re all part of a greater plan, I can’t kill you until your brother’s disposed of…isn’t that wonderful, cousin?<br /><br />Hamlet: You’ll never get away with this!<br /><br />André: I can if I bribe the narrator.<br /><br />Hamlet: You can’t do that!<br /><br />André: Watch me.<br /><br />(Goes up to narrator, sword drawn)<br /><br />Andre: (to Narrator 2) Can’t I?<br /><br />Narrator 2: Look, you’re running out of narrators okay? You can’t kill me because all the other ones are on strike. Can I please just do my job? (If we ever have enough people a very bad strike joke can happen here)<br /><br />André: Oh, fine. Just watch yourself.<br /><br />Hamlet: Hey! The good guy always has to win in a Fairy Tale!<br /><br />André: Who said this was a fairy tale?<br /><br />Narrator 2: (whining) Can I please continue?<br /><br />Hamlet: Besides, you wouldn’t kill me!<br /><br />André: No, but I’ll make your life miserable—that’s more fun anyway, Brat.<br /><br />Narrator 2: So ANYWAY, the poor future King by right of arms found himself very miserable, having to clean up after the messy André….(Duke throws something on the floor, Hamlet picks it up, André pushes him and laughs.) …and do many other things he never did before.<br /><br />André: For someone who started to train when you were eight, you’re pretty weak.<br /><br />Hamlet: I’m not weak! (Duke moves to hit him but the Hamlet dodges) Fine, I am! But all I did at war was stand there—I was symbolic! My weapon was my pure heart…<br /><br />André: Awww, that’s so touching. Doesn’t do you much good now, does it?<br /><br />Narrator 2: That’s right, the future King by Right of arms…<br /><br />André: Doesn’t he have a name? I prefer Brat myself…<br /><br />Narrator 2: I’m getting to it. Anyway, he stood for all that was pure, good and courageous, for he was innocence itself.<br /><br />André: (Stalking to narrator, sword drawn again) And what do I stand for?<br /><br />Narrator 2: (at sword point) Sleaziness, heavy drinking and corruption.<br /><br />André: Excellent! (Puts away sword) I love this job!<br /><br />Hamlet: You don’t really have a job if all you do is hurt people.<br /><br />André: Look “cousin,” someone always has to be against goody goodies don’t they? Otherwise they wouldn’t look so good. Now shut up and go get me my sword.<br /><br />Prince: But you’re wearing it.<br /><br />André: Oh, well then, get me my tankard.<br /><br />Hamlet: But it’s on your belt.<br /><br />André: Are you arguing with me?<br /><br />Hamlet: No.<br /><br />André: (menacingly) No?<br /><br />Hamlet: (Quickly) I mean, yes!<br /><br />André: Yes?<br /><br />Hamlet: I mean no! Oh, look at that distraction!<br /><br />André: (looks behind him) What distraction? (Hamlet uses the opportunity to run out into the audience) No time for hide and go seek Brat! (Runs after him)<br /><br />Narrator 2: WAIT WAIT WAIT, you can’t do that! You have to stay up here on stage!<br /><br />Hamlet: (Prince has found a lady) I like it here, actually. “My Lady, may I fight in your honor?” (sees André) on second thought…SAVE ME!<br /><br />André: Hey, wait that’s my wife!<br /><br />Narrator 2: She can’t be your wife.<br /><br />André: Why not?<br /><br />Narrator 2: Because you’re not married.<br /><br />André: Oh.<br /><br />(Hamlet pulls LADY up on stage with him)<br /><br />Hamlet: You’ll protect me from him won’t you?<br /><br />(Player enters, worn out, looks around and:)<br /><br />Player: Hamlet, I am thy father’s spirit…<br /><br />Hamlet: Hey, how’d he know my name?<br /><br />Narrator 2: Wait! Wrong play, we’re fools! We aren’t into drama…<br /><br />Hamlet: Are you really my father?<br /><br />Player: Doomed for a certain term to walk the night…<br /><br />Hamlet: That’s so sad! I though my father was in the dungeon.<br /><br />Player: Until my foul crimes…<br /><br />Narrator 2: WAIT! You’re in the wrong story!<br /><br />Player: This isn’t Hamlet?<br /><br />Hamlet: I’m Hamlet! That’s my name! I think I like that story better.<br /><br />Narrator 2: Trust me, you won’t!<br /><br />(André stalks up, sword drawn)<br /><br />Player: But I’m playing the ghost…<br /><br />André (Stabbing him) Now you are one! (Grabs Hamlet, who’s peering at the dead Player) Got you! Now you’ll regret running from me! (Picks him up or drags/kicks him off stage laughing)<br /><br />Narrator 2: (Surveys the dead Player) This Play is really messy. CLEAN UP CREW!<br /><br />(Two people come in with stretcher, take body, leave. Count enters:)<br /><br />Count: That makes one dead ghost, two dead bodies! Ha ha ha! (Exits)<br /><br />(Hera enters, collides with Count)<br /><br />Hera: OYEZ OYEZ the GHOST IS DEAD! (Exits)<br /><br />Narrator 2: (Looks at audience member) You can sit down now.<br /><br />(Duke le Grand re-enters, looking disheveled)<br /><br />André: I’m supposed to marry her!<br /><br />Narrator 1: No you’re not—you won’t meet the person you’re supposed to marry until another play, and God keep the lady!<br /><br />André: Oh.<br /><br />Narrator 2: You look exhausted.<br /><br />André: Yeah, well that Hamlet won’t sit still and let me hit him.<br /><br />Narrator 2: Imagine that.<br /><br />André: Are you getting smart with me?<br /><br />Narrator 2: No.<br /><br />André: That’s what I thought. (Hamlet runs in, runs to audience member, sees Duke and runs the other way, Duke runs after him)<br /><br />Narrator 2: Thank you, my lady! If it weren’t for your lord, our troop would gladly welcome you. We’re a bit short. Well that scene wasn’t supposed to have taken so long, but our villain is a show off. Anyway, Katherine found herself before her uncle’s castle in the Wild lands somewhere in the North…I think.<br /><br /><br />Act 1, Scene 4<br /><br />Katherine enters followed by her bodyguards, who notice the Narrator and promptly knock her out.<br /><br />Kat: Hello? Uncle? I’ve been in a dangerous plot and I just want to be let in!<br /><br />Narrator 1: (enters wearing a cloak that hides his or her face) Your uncle is imprisoned.<br /><br />Kat: How do you know?<br /><br />Narrator 1: I’m all knowing.<br /><br />Kat: Whatever.<br /><br />Narrator 1: I even know why you’re here.<br /><br />Kat: I don’t even know that!<br /><br />Narrator 1: Of course not. You’re supposed to marry your foster-cousin, the young future King by Right of arms…<br /><br />(Narrator 2 gets up, looks around, and moans. Comes up from behind, runs over to First Narrator takes off cloak.)<br /><br />Narrator 2: Hey! You’re supposed to be dead.<br /><br />First Narrator: I got resurrected, remember?<br /><br />(Her two guards hide Kat when the Duke walks in. She tries to see over. Hamlet runs past again, followed by Duke, who sees Narrator 1 and stops.)<br /><br />André: Hey! I thought I killed you! (Stabs Narrator 1 again)<br /><br />Kat: Am I the only one confused here?<br /><br />André: What was that?<br /><br />Guard 1: (high pitched) Nothing. A slight cold.<br /><br />Narrator 2: Not again! CLEAN UP CREW!<br /><br />(Cast enters)<br /><br />Hera: OYEZ OYEZ, the Narrator died again! Wait, is that another dead body or the same one as before? Oh, I really don’t like this plot—it’s so confusing!<br /><br />Cast starts talking at once, pandemonium!<br /><br />Kat: (from center) EVERYONE SHUT UP! (All stop) This is MY scene right now. You (points to Narrator 2) have a dead body that was already dead. Deal with it and GO! (Pushes her off) You! (Points to Hera) have made your announcement—go!<br /><br />Hera: (yelling) AND WHAT IF I DON”T WANT TO!<br /><br />Kat: (sighs) Then I’ll have to make you.<br /><br />Hera: AND WHAT CAN A SMALL THING LIKE YOU DO?<br /><br />Kat: (pulls out bodice dagger, body guards look menacing) Plenty.<br /><br />Hera: OH! (Leaves) I THINK I’ll LEAVE NOW<br /><br />Kat: Good idea.<br /><br />(Hamlet sees Duke coming in, runs off. Duke shrugs and runs off after him)<br /><br />Kat: (looks at the rest of the cast) What are you all looking at? Get back to where you’re supposed to be! And darn it, take the body with you! I hate a mess.<br /><br />Narrator 1: (whimpers while being led off) I can’t seem to actually die…<br /><br />Kat: (pushes her way from between the two guards.) AHEM!<br /><br />Narrator 2: Yes?<br /><br />Kat: Who’s still supposed to be on stage?<br /><br />Narrator 2: Well, your sword boys.<br /><br />Kat: My bodyguards?<br /><br />Narrator 2: Sword boys and you.<br /><br />Kat: Right, and where are we supposed to be?<br /><br />Narrator 2: In front of your uncle’s castle. Now, can I continue? I’m really not supposed to be talking to you; it’s part of my contract, but thank you, m’lady, for clearing the stage.<br /><br />Kat: No problem.<br /><br />Narrator: And please try to keep your dogs--<br /><br />(Sword boy goes over to punch her but Kat stops him)<br /><br />Narrator 2: I mean bodyguards, in line! You see what happens when a narrator gets knocked out!<br /><br />Kat: I’ll try. (Snaps her fingers, points next to her, body guard returns to place)<br /><br />Narrator 2: Right, well before that interruption I was trying to say that the lady Katherine found herself before her uncle’s castle. In her possession was her family’s seal, she sent one of her bodyguards on before her, while she went put on clothes that benefited her station as future Queen by-“<br /><br />Hera: OYEZ, OYEZ! This is a costume change!<br /><br />Kat: Oh! This is a costume change, isn’t it?<br /><br />Narrator 2: (annoyed) Yes, yes it is.<br /><br />Kat: Hey, you try wearing some of the clothes they stuff us into. (Exits)<br /><br />Narrator: I know, I know. Since we are a low budget group, let’s just say we have switched scenes to the inside of the castle.<br /><br />(Everyone enters, acts like a court, Duke sits on a “throne” (toilet seat, if we can manage it—potty chair?)<br /><br />Song: Jeopardy Court Song<br /><br />Act 1, Scene 5<br /><br />John: Somebody tell me what’s going on!<br /><br />Somebody: Your Grace…<br /><br />John: I like the sound of that!<br /><br />Somebody: Right, well you’re uncle’s daughter’s friend is her bodyguard and he has arrived with the seal and a message.<br /><br />John: Let him read it.<br /><br />Somebody: He doesn’t read my lord; he just looks tough. Besides, that’s the Harold’s job.<br /><br />John: Fine, let her read it, just don’t let her yell!<br /><br />Somebody: Yes m’lord.<br /><br />(Body Guard Enters with Hera, Guard throws a stuffed seal at John)<br /><br />Hera: The Count Martin sends greetings to his esteemed excellent elegant eerie estranged brother Eric l’Excellent! If you should receive this message it announces danger for me, and my only daughters arrival to your lands seeking asylum. As was agreed on her birth, she shall marry your foster son. Just as you were father’s favorite as the youngest who isn’t even related to you…. insignificant little prick that you are…<br /><br />John: Skip that part!<br /><br />Hera: Yes milord, (flips through a folder, throwing pages of paper on the floor. Philippa goes to help) oh, this sounds official...Always drunk and—never mind (drops more)<br /><br />Philippa: Oh here: disgusting, miserable, half-wi, oops, not that either.<br /><br />Hera:Hold on… Found it! (Continues) I charge the treaty not be broken. The future King by right of arms shall be bound to my daughter, signed Count Martin François Louis Phillip Charles….<br /><br />John: Wrap it up.<br /><br />Harold: But there’s ten more names!<br /><br />John: We get the picture. Excellent.<br /><br />Somebody: What do you intend to do, your Grace?<br /><br />John: I intend to fight for my cousin.<br /><br />Courtier: But you’ve never held a sword in your life.<br /><br />John: Shut up.<br /><br />Somebody: And besides, your brother is bound to fight for her!<br /><br />John: He doesn’t know that, does he?<br /><br />(“Trumpet” Flourish—maybe New Year’s noisemakers?)<br /><br />John: Here she comes…she must be lovely. Small, sweet, quiet and gentle, the perfect wife.<br /><br />Narrator 2: She’s small, but the other qualities…you’ll find out for yourself. And who said anything about marriage?<br /><br />Hera: May I present the Lady Katherine…<br /><br />Kat: (enters) Let me—I’m better at pronouncing it<br /><br />John: Somebody, tell me who is this boy in drag? I want to see my lovely bride.<br /><br />Kat: (Grandly) I am the Lady Katherine Isabelle Christine Louise Anne Marie Hélène Mouthard de Dijon<br /><br />John: Mustard?<br /><br />Kat: It’s made in Dijon.<br /><br />John: Right. Can’t I just call you Kat?<br /><br />Kat: My name is Lady Katherine Isabelle Chris-<br /><br />John: I got that part.<br /><br />Kat: Daughter of Count Martin François Louis---<br /><br />John: We’ve heard that one already.<br /><br />Kat: France is no longer safe for me—my father was poisoned by Spaniards and I’m alone in the world.<br /><br />John: Well, I’m not going to marry you!<br /><br />Kat: Who said anything about marriage?<br /><br />John: Well nobody…but I thought your father…<br /><br />Kat: He was probably drunk.<br /><br />(Bodyguard clears throat)<br /><br />Kat: What?<br /><br />Bodyguard: He was sober for once, my lady.<br /><br />Kat: Well, I’m here now. But I’m not going to marry you—the man I marry will be handsome and good, and he’ll let me do whatever I wasn’t, and he won’t beat me—<br /><br />Bodyguard: Ha ha—I’d like to see anyone try....<br /><br />Kat: --Ahem. –and he’s laugh, and I’ll laugh, and when the cocks cry—(snicker from crowd) What???<br /><br />Philippa: Ooh! Ooh! Wait, there’s a song about that! (brings out huge music folder and pulls out music)<br /><br />Song: Il e bel e bon<br /><br />John: My worst nightmare! Where’s my sweet bride who will be my doll? Do anything I ask her to?<br /><br />Narrator: You must have been deprived as a child!<br /><br />John: I resemble that! (Somebody whispers to John) I mean…resent! I will not marry her and she will not stay here! I’ll go find her and tell her myself!<br /><br />Somebody: I don’t envy him in the slightest.<br /><br />(Stalks off, followed by court)<br />Hera: OYEZ! OYEZ! THAT’S THE END OF THE SECOND ACT! ANYONE NEED A POTTY BREAK?<br /><br /><br />(END OF ACT I) (cast recruits for “army” during break)<br /><br />ACT II, Scene 1<br /><br />(Kat and John are standing at entrance, glaring at each other.)<br /><br />John: There’s no way you’re living here.<br /><br />Kat: Why not? I was told to.<br /><br />John: You just aren’t, that’s all. Aren’t I supposed to be the one in charge? You aren’t living here—this is MY castle.<br /><br />Kat: I am living here.<br /><br />John: No you aren’t<br /><br />Kat: Yes I am<br /><br />John: No you’re not!<br /><br />Kat: Yes I am!<br /><br />John: No you‘re not!<br /><br />Kat: FINE, no I’m not.<br /><br />John: Look, who’s the one in charge here? I say YES you are.<br /><br />Kat: Well, if you insist, oooh, this room looks cozy. (Exits)<br /><br />John: What just happened?<br /><br />Narrator 2: You just had an argument with a woman.<br /><br />John: She acts like a man.<br /><br />Narrator 2: What does that make you?<br /><br />John: What are you trying to say?<br /><br />Narrator 2: Nothing. Now, follow your lovely “doll” so I can change the scene.<br /><br />John: Does everyone tell me what to do? Aren’t I supposed to be the one in charge?<br /><br />Narrator: No, I am!<br /><br />Hera: EVERYONE KNOWS THE HERALD’S IN CHARGE!<br /><br />Philippa: Nope—I’m the one who brings the messages, so I’m in charge!<br /><br />(André enters)<br /><br />André: (Sword drawn) No, I am! Speed it up and tell them what happens to me!<br /><br />Narrator: If you insist….<br /><br />André: (Pointing with sword) I certainly do.<br /><br />Narrator 2: Right<br /><br />Kat: (offstage) Can I paint this room a wine color? (Enters, grabs John and pulls him off still talking) And does your stateroom need work, the colors are horrible, they clash and I want to meet all your courtiers…<br /><br /><br />Act II, Scene 2<br /><br />Narrator 2: Right, well to continue, the evil Duke le Grand was plotting war on his cousin, with Hamlet as a guide. He gathered a great army…<br /><br />André: My army’s not that big, a real one wouldn’t fit on stage...<br /><br />Narrator 2: It’s called “pretend”<br /><br />André: Are you patronizing me?<br /><br />Narrator 2: Of course not, (aside) you overgrown ogre.<br /><br />André: What?<br /><br />Narrator 2: Nothing. As I was saying, the evil André assembled a large army—hey! Use your imaginations, you remember them, right? <br /><br />André: HAMLET, GET IN HERE!<br /><br />(Hamlet runs in, followed by “army”)<br /><br />Hamlet: My brother’s a coward, but he’ll never give in to your demands!<br /><br />André: He isn’t expecting anyone, though, is he? With my talents, I’ll just wander right in and take over easily.<br /><br />Narrator 1: (Enters again, covered) OOOOOOO, I’m telling!!!!!!<br /><br />André: Are you ever going to actually make that narrator stay dead?<br /><br />Narrator 2: I’m working on it, but this is just a play.<br /><br />André: And Hell’s just a Turkish Pig roast.<br /><br />Narrator 2: I don’t pretend to understand your logic.<br /><br />(André knocks Narrator 1 over the head) She’s staying dead this time!<br /><br />Narrator 2: And for once, André was right…<br /><br />André: Just what are you trying to say?<br /><br />Narrator: (Glances over, then gnores him) As the evil André’s army marches off, we will return to Duke John’s palace now that he and the lady Katherine are better acquainted.<br /><br />Act II, Scene 3:<br /><br />(They enter with Kat prodding John along, carrying a long list that she unrolls—it’s at least her height)<br /><br />Kat: I think that will do it. Your castle just needs some serious interior design—bring it into the sixteenth century. Have you ever thought of letting in some light? It could do wonders for this drafty old castle, and your courtiers need some fashion sense, I tell you what they were wearing is shameful!<br /><br />John: (exhausted) You saw the entire castle, talked the entire time, met all my courtiers and you aren’t even tired!<br /><br />Kat: Nope, and I’m not done yet, either! For starters….(Kat walks off stage, comes back on and drags John off with her)<br /><br />Narrator 2: Not satisfied with his intended bride, Jonathan decided to hold a contest for his bride, and who is better for the job of game show host than our very own villain, André le Grand! Of course, Jonathan is not aware of this. So here he is, your host, André!<br /><br />Song: My Bonny Lass, She Smelleth<br /><br />André: Hello and welcome to Who Wants to be a Duchess!<br /><br />John: ‘Princess’ sounds better.<br /><br />André: Whatever<br /><br />(Ad-lib and improvisation with audience, for the game show, using two ladies and possibly one “surprise” contestant who is actually a man. Katherine goes around in the audience, getting “men” to fight.<br /><br />Narrator: And just when John was about to make his decision, the Herald appeared….<br /><br />(Long pause—no Herald)<br /><br />Narrator: (louder) I said THE HERALD APPEARED!<br /><br />André: Hold on. (Comes back in supporting drunk Hera, who barely gets anything out)<br /><br />Harold: OYVEZ! OYVEZ! The castle is under siege. I suggest you drink, drink a lot-hic, and meet a nice lord and have a good time, but no matter what--drink! Ooh, here’s a nice lord! (plops herself down in John’s lap)<br /><br />(André shrugs, goes to the edge of the scene and observes with savage pleasure.)<br /><br />Narrator 2: Ahem. Herald, didn’t you have something to tell us?<br /><br />Hera: Oh, I forgot—hic! I came to warn you---your brother is in captivity and your cousin, wants to take over these lands just for the glory of war! (giggling) He said he’s going to tear you into itsy bitsy little pieces and then jump on them… (dissolves into giggles)<br /><br />Kat: He did not!<br /><br />Hera: No, but it sounds good. He said his uncle left him these lands and he’s got your brother as ransom to prove it!<br /><br />Duke John: Hey, I haven’t chosen my bride yet!<br /><br />Kat: Are you listening? You’re castle is soon to be under attack.<br /><br />Duke John: How’s that possible? What am I going to do? Why me? What should I do? (starts to run around the stage, acting pathetic)<br /><br />Hera: I feel your pain…I think you should take my advice: get drunk., and find yourself a nice lady…like me!<br /><br />Kat: No! (Goes up to John, grabs him and hits him in the face) SNAP out of it! Now, get your army head.<br /><br />Duke: Right, my army head, my army head. Don’t I already have a head? What about arms?<br /><br />Kat: You are truly pathetic. SOMEBODY get in here.<br /><br />Somebody: Yes m’lady<br /><br />Kat: Your lord is indisposed. Call out the army.<br /><br />Somebody: But—<br /><br />Kat: But what?<br /><br />Somebody: Our army is small milady.<br /><br />Narrator 1: So is theirs.<br /><br />Kat: Well it’s just for the sake of the story. Besides, if you were smart enough you’d see all those fighters out there!<br /><br />Somebody: We need the Duke to lead us. ARMY!<br /><br />(Extras enter as soldiers in various states of drunkenness/brawling/making out etc. ad-lib and improvisation here)<br /><br />Kat: Where did my cousin go?<br /><br />(Hera giggles and points to the blanket that’s trying to slink away. Kat pulls it off.)<br /><br />Kat: Oh, no you don’t! You got out there and lead!<br /><br />Duke John: BUT I don’t want to!<br /><br />(Hera stands up, still drunk)<br /><br />Harold: OYEZ, OYVEZ, JONATHAN WAYNE-MAN IS A USURPER AND A COWARD! But he does have some good wine…(grabs bottle from Somebody, drains it) err, I mean he used to have good wine…and he’s pretty cute, too!<br /><br />Somebody: Hey! That was mine!<br /><br />Duke John: SHUT UP! All right, I’ll go.<br /><br />André: I’ll go with you, considering I’m your cousin!!!!<br /><br />Hera: Who’s that?<br /><br />Duke John: It’s the villain!<br /><br />Hera: IT’S THE VILLAIN!<br /><br />Somebody: It’s the villain!<br /><br />Narrator: It’s him!<br /><br />André: It’s me!<br /><br />John: I think I’ll leave now.<br /><br />André: This battle is not going to be hard to win!<br /><br />(As John exits he grabs the wine bottle from Hera)<br /><br />Duke John: Give me that!<br /><br />Hera: Sure thing, cutie! (John pauses with the bottle in hand, then grabs Hera around the waist and pulls her off-stage with him)<br /><br />(André exits in the opposite direction.)<br /><br />Kat looks at Philippa, Narrator 2, looks at her.<br /><br />Kat: You, go join my lack-wit of a cousin’s army.<br /><br />Philippa: That is not a good idea.<br /><br />Kat: I don’t feel like arguing with you.<br /><br />Narrator 2: Neither do I.<br /><br />Philippa: (back turned from Kat) This half sized acorn doesn’t scare me.<br /><br />(Kat now has a dagger pointed at him)<br /><br />Narrator 2: Uh, Philippa…<br /><br />Philippa: Not now! I am sick of this job I’m just the messenger and they’re always trying to kill me and now I’m forced to listen to the hysterics of a half crazed French—<br /><br />Narrator: Philippa. (Points)<br /><br />Philippa: What? (Turns to see dagger pointed at her)<br /><br />Kat: I suggest you leave now.<br /><br />Philippa: Right. (Exits)<br /><br />Kat: (turns to the rest of the drunk army) GO!<br /><br /><br /><br />Act II, Scene 4<br /><br />Narrator: (entrance of “soldiers” on stage, they stare at each other. Martin comes in from the back; André army and Jonathan’s meet on stage, pause, run in to attack and go right through each other, turn around looking shocked.<br /><br />John: Wait, wait! Don’t hurt me, here, take her instead! (pushes Kat forward)<br /><br />André: What, me fight a Lady?<br /><br />Kat: I can fight.<br /><br />André: I have no quarrel with a small defenseless lady.<br /><br />Kat: I’m not small! (Andre looks down his nose at her) Alright, fine, maybe I am, but I’m not defenseless! I had excellent teachers. Are you listening?<br /><br />André: I’m sorry, you’re too small.<br /><br />(gasps from soldiers) Kat goes over to him, stand underneath. Clears throat, bodyguard snaps to attention, brings a chair, she stand on it.<br /><br />Kat: I am NOT defenseless!<br /><br />André: You’re my cousin?<br /><br />Kat: Good guess! I’ll fight you for these lands.<br /><br />André: I’m the villain, but I won’t go that “low” (heh heh heh) In fact, they might call me on “short order.”<br /><br />Kat: That’s it! I’ve had it!<br /><br />André: What are you going to do? Step on my toes?<br /><br />Kat: Robert?<br /><br />(Bodyguard reaches into weapon bag, brings kitchen knife) I am not fighting with this!<br /><br />Robert: Yes my lady.<br /><br />Christopher: (hands her a needle from his lapel)<br /><br />Kat: NO! You know what I want.<br /><br />Robert: This, my lady? (Hands her an épée)<br /><br />André: This is highly amusing.<br /><br />Kat: NOW, Robert!<br /><br />(Christopher and Robert leave, return supporting a huge broadsword, Kat snaps for it, falls off chair when she picks it up)<br /><br />Kat: Err; do you think you could just surrender?<br /><br />Narrator 2: Just when our heroine had (as usual) gotten herself into a semi-royal mess…<br /><br />(more people enter with Martin)<br /><br />Martin: No no no, you’ve got it all wrong! (to audience) Was that enough of a ceremonious entrance? (Stops) André?<br /><br />André and Katherine: Father?<br /><br />André and Katherine: Father? He can’t be your father?<br /><br />Martin: Oh boy.<br /><br />Narrator 2: How it is that these two odd ducks could possibly be siblings is a whole other story entirely.<br /><br />Martin: What are you fighting about?<br /><br />John: Uncle Martin, I have no intention of giving my lands to this villain.<br /><br />André: But I want them, because I love being the villain!<br /><br />Martin: So why don’t you be a villain, but not against your own kin?<br /><br />André: Good point.<br /><br />Martin: (to John) where’s your foster brother?<br /><br />André: Foster brother, you mean Hamlet?<br /><br />Kat: Hamlet?<br /><br />Hamlet: Hamlet? That’s me. (Reading the book)<br /><br />Kat: What are you reading?<br /><br />Hamlet: (giggles) Words. Words. Words!<br /><br />André: (to soldier) I told you not to let him have that!<br /><br />Hamlet: Oh. Get thee to a nunnery! To be or not to be!<br /><br />Kat: (grabs book) Wake up!<br /><br />Hamlet: To wha—are you my Ophelia?<br /><br />Kat: I’m Katherine Marie---<br /><br />Hamlet: You’re beautiful.<br /><br />Kat: Oh Bon Dieu.<br /><br />John: Does this mean I can marry my Herald?<br /><br />Narrator 2: There isn’t a marriage in this story. (Hera drags John off-stage, veil in hand?) Well, at least not in the script…<br /><br />All: WHY?<br /><br />Narrator 2 (or all?): Because it’s NOT ANOTHER FAIRY TALE!<br /> <br /><br />The End<br /><br /> </p>Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-71158186466339585552009-05-24T14:29:00.000-05:002009-05-24T14:31:39.549-05:00AlienorMy favorite French poet is François Villon. He was a bit of a "bad" boy poet of 15th century France but his poetry is masterful and speaks of common life in his time. This poem is based on an acrostic he wrote.<br /><br />A reading of Villon's Testament By David A. Fein page 37 discusses the particular work I used. There is a preview of those bages at google books here:<br />http://books.google.com/books?id=T70is4h90SMC<br /><br /><br />Alienor<br /><br />Allons-y au départ, c’est l'aventure ou rien<br />Liaisons d'amour ou amitié main en main.<br />Ile de France, centre belle<br />Est-ce que tu es encore fidele ?<br />Noyant pas dans l’hiver tristesse<br />Ore de printemps arrive en vitesse<br />Remplie mon cœur en son jeunesse.Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616987580792703299.post-38359259307155556602009-05-24T14:26:00.001-05:002010-01-11T22:40:58.624-06:00Countenance of the Lost OneThis poem is based off of a religios poem written by Isaac Ibn Ghiyath who lived in Medieval Spain from 1038 to 1089. It is based on a translation from one of his poems that I have in an old course reader from a fantastic class I took on Jews in Muslim and Christian Spain. Since I can't find the translation anywhere online, you'll just have to trust that it is similar to religious poetry of that time.<br />
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By Hashem, the blessed name<br />
I’ve imagined your bride is vestments of white<br />
I give to receive the purest light<br />
Though I may not see either.<br />
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I called out in desperation,<br />
My heart lost to music I so loved<br />
You breathed life gently,<br />
And I was reborn.<br />
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I cannot see what I know is there—<br />
My soul again made whole.Alienor Hathawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101645467179754191noreply@blogger.com1