#friar john

[old-books-excite-me]

doodled some fortune background character concepts in class so here's escalus, lawrence, balthasar, john, sampson, gregory, nurse, and paris

bonus doodle of escalus:

[becdecorbin]

faces.

[arisefairsun]

Do you belive the literary and theatrical impact of Romeo and Juliets famous tradegy shadows the smaller elements of the play? Such as the comedy and side characters interesting personalities and impact on the story.

Absolutely, absolutely. We have such a minimalistic view of the play, reduced to a pair of star-crossed lovers on a balcony—a balcony which is never even mentioned in the text.

But we forget the prejudice, the hatred, the violence that intoxicate fair Verona. We forget the Capulets and the Montagues’ silly, childish jokes that lead to a corpse on the floor and swords full of blood. We forget the harshness of Juliet’s parents (‘I would the fool were married to her grave,’ says her own mother), the young men’s inability to accept Romeo’s passiveness, Romeo’s devotion to poetry. I believe all of this is essential to grasp, to enjoy, to delve into the play, to understand that ‘Romeo and Juliet are dumb kids’ is too much of a reductive statement for it to do justice to the play.

But what else do we forget? We forget the Nurse’s heart, aching for a child lost long ago. Did Juliet replace the hole in her heart? She is more maternal towards Juliet than her own mother. When she finds Juliet’s corpse on her wedding day, she leaves rosemary twigs on her body. What was she thinking when she picked them up? Could she ever imagine those twigs would end up adorning the lifeless body of that child who gave her so much joy?

Benvolio, whose arms become Mercutio’s deathbed. He has to narrate all the violence, all the cruelty, all the sadness he has witnessed to the authorities, right there, just a few minutes after the death of his beloved one. What does his voice sound like when he speaks again after Mercutio’s death? I imagine it as a trembling voice, as fragile as the Nurse’s rosemary.

Friar Laurence, this plant lover full of knowledge. We first meet him in the fields, picking up flowers, rambling about the power of nature. He always seems to have the right answer for every question, a remedy for all sorts of pain. Yet fear takes over him—this wise man, who believed he had control, that he could achieve anything with his knowledge. He leaves Juliet alone in the tomb, a helpless child with no one left in the world to look after her. ‘I dare no longer stay,’ he tells her before running away. The watch will later find him in the dark, ‘a friar that trembles, sighs, and weeps’.

We forget Romeo’s servant, Balthasar, who stays by his master’s side in the last scene, even though Romeo threatened to kill him if he didn’t leave him alone. We forget Mercutio’s frenzy and Tybalt’s fierceness; Friar John’s inability to leave Verona because of the plague; the musicians that keep singing in spite of the tragedy that surrounds them; the Prince, grieving the loss two of his relatives (Mercutio and Paris).

Juliet’s words resonate with us: ‘O, Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?’ But there’s so much more. These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. No words can that woe sound. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Then love-devouring death do what he dare. Dry sorrow drinks our blood. You talk’st of nothing—True, I talk of dreams. Can I go forward when my heart is here?

The images. The images are so vivid, so extreme. The birds ‘sing and think it were not night’ when they see Juliet, a girl with a soul brighter than the very sun. And Romeo’s weary heart? It adds ‘to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs’. He locks himself at home, making ‘an artificial night’, as soon as the goddess of dawn opens her curtains in the early morning. Juliet commands the night to come at once, galloping across the sky with Phaeton’s fiery horses: fatal, fierce, sublime. What about her tomb? It is a ‘nest of death’: the birds who sang to Juliet are now dead.

The play is full of life, full of richness—every scene, every line, every syllable is like a beating heart. We cannot reduce Shakespeare to a single scene. That’s why he is so irresistible after 400 years: there’s something tentatively ungraspable about his texts, something that beats underneath, that exquisite irreducibility that makes his plays eternal.

[classic-lit-memes4u]

[giuliettaluce]

I Just got my mind blown by an author.

Author David Blixt (the star-crossed series) posted on FB that his wife believes that the true hero of the play was Friar John. Why you may ask? Simple:

Friar John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out

One of our order, to associate me,

Here in this city visiting the sick,

And finding him, the searchers of the town,

Suspecting that we both were in a house

Where the infectious pestilence did reign,

Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;

So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.

So if Friar John did indeed give the letter to Romeo, and possibly is infected, Romeo could transmit the disease to Balthasar, later to Paris and later to Juliet and soon to Friar Lawrence and so on the whole town of Verona could end up quarantined and the casualties would've raised higher than 6 death in the play, could've died thousands in Verona and in Mantua.

In conclusion: Friar John prevented the worse by being locked inside with the sick man and stay to avoid social interaction. Soooo, it was better off the death of 6 people in the play rather than thousands and thousands of innocent people. Friar John could be the hero in the play. Though 6 people died, but thousands were saved.

"A plague o' both your houses!" Mercutio said. Yes true, but not on Verona's and Mantua's watch!!!

Read his books The star-crossed series. I highly recommend them.

[crackheadmushroom]

so i went outside to play guitar and came back inside three hours later having spent time with the horses having given them all their characters in romeo and juliet based off of their respective personalities

[potc4life]

Friar John: Hey, you cannot blame the messenger.

Romeo Montague: Well, I can blame the messenger if the messenger never gave me the message.

[geekazine]

June 1, 1979: the 8088 Microprocessor

June 1, 1979: the 8088 Microprocessor

Intel 8088

1979 – Intel released the successor to the 8086 processor in the Intel 8088 chip. With a clock rate of either 4.77 MHz or 8 MHz, this 16-bit chip had an external bus of 8 bits and 29,000 transistors. It was used in IBM PC and PC-XT computers during the 80’s.

Descendants to the 8088 are the 80188, 80186, and what would become the 386, 486 and Pentium chips.

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