Hello, and welcome to my blog. I'm Saff, a canadian cosplayer who really enjoys making costumes. My main focus is Musicals and such, especially from the Musical Cats. I really enjoy anime and japanese culture and love to go to conventions to learn and see more. I also love to knit, and that's what you'll mostly see on here. Enjoy and have fun.

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Feb 2, 2007
Not a picture post, but a poetry post

In honour of the second annual (silent) poetry reading - found here I present you my poem, or rather Monologue.

This comes from William Shakespeare's The Tempest and is one of my favourite monologues of all time. It is spoken by Ariel, and is one that I have committed to memory for recitation when I try out for RenFaires (none of which I've been accepted to, stupid improv)

Anyway, enjoy:

The Tempest: Act III, Scene 3

You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,
That hath to instrument this lower world
And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea
Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island
Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
And even with such-like valour men hang and drown
Their proper selves.
You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of Fate: the elements,
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massy for your strengths
And will not be uplifted. But remember--
For that's my business to you--that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me:
Lingering perdition, worse than any death
Can be at once, shall step by step attend
You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from--
Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
Upon your heads--is nothing but heart-sorrow
And a clear life ensuing.

Thank you.

-Saff


Posted at 12:05 pm by Saffity

 

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