#verse prose

[cindersmagazine]

Song of Summer

In our latest issue of @cindersmag we have a beautiful piece titled "Song of Summer" by Charlotte Wood. 

Read it on our "Celebrating Sisterhood" issue on pg.24 X

[noshitshakespeare]

Hi! I thought Shakespeare didn’t generally use prose for the grand speeches. So I was wondering why so many great speeches are in prose rather than verse, i.e. Shylock’s in 3.1 or Edmund’s in 1.2?

That partly depends on what you mean by ‘great speeches’. The two examples you give are certainly great speeches in the sense that they’re very good speeches, but they’re not being given by ‘great’ – as in significant – personages.

The distinction shows the nature of the difference between verse and prose: verse tends to be employed by people of high rank, in official circumstances, or to create a sense of dignity; prose is used by commoners, in more casual moments, or to show a lack of dignity. This means that you don’t have to be of a high rank to use verse, but that you’re more likely to, and vice-versa. A high-ranking character using prose or a low-ranking character using verse shows something about their sentiments or speech that’s significant (take Caliban and his use of verse, or Prince Hal and his use of prose).

So, for instance, you might infer from Edmund’s speech in Act 1, scene 2 of King Lear that for all its cleverness, there is something base about his sentiments. Likewise, the use of prose might show unconstrained emotion in both Shylock’s and in Edmund’s cases: they are free-flowing speeches of anger and frustration that break the bounds of decorum and therefore verse. Shylock is of course a low-ranking character, so the more interesting thing is when he does speak in verse, because it shows a certain rationality and intellect that’s not down to breeding and rank.

As you can see, it’s not so much about whether it’s a speech or not, but what kind of character is speaking, how it fits or subverts the expectations of the way they are expected to speak, and effect Shakespeare is creating.

[sansebexpe]

happy lonely birthday

happy lonely birthday to the aunt i disowned four years ago

i wish i could rub it in your face how much I am

thriving & flourishing

after cutting you out of my life

[because you were a Dupont Cleanup Site,

an environmental hazard not fit to be around people]

but i'd rather leave you to wonder about whatever happened to your sister's child

the one you thought deserved to be tossed away like trash

tried to force her to throw me out on the street as if you had any say in these matters

because i refused to live my life according to this road map that you drew up for me when you aren't even my parent

you thought everything would be much better if i were dead so you could sit there and cry crocodile tears that even the shittiest actress could do leagues better

crying "boohoo and woe is me, my sister's child is dead"

ignoring the fact that the knife had your own fingerprints on the handle

and then you wondered why i wanted nothing to do with you

when you made up your own narrative, conspired with the Disowned Brother on how to make it seem like i was the one out of their mind

that there was something wrong with me

when it was just your projections

if you wanted to be the heroine of a story so badly why not just write one yourself and leave everyone else out of it

where you save the day and everyone loves you for it or so your delusions and unhinged tirades and rants on Facebook proclaim...

the comments are people wondering has she no shame? after you go off on your deceased friend's nieces because I did so much more than you to women old enough to be your daughters

women who were doing the best they could whilst trying to raise up their families

your paranoia in thinking that i along with everyone else was out to get you... why would i be out to get you? you barely registered on my radar

you were the one who cut me out and i returned the favour it was a mutual bridge burning ritual and over the roar of the flames as the wood was devoured you shouted at me you will never amount to anything. you will never find happiness. you will never find someone who loves you.

and then you proceeded to stalk me after i moved like a wild woman keeping tabs on her victims to see if she can re-victimise them in the future and spin this web of lies about you being the one stalked instead

because you always need to be the victim, dont you?

happy birthday to the victim blaming victim

the woman who tries to catch her victims and wrap them in a cocoon spun from spider silk made from lies

happy birthday to the woman who lost all of her friends and became the town's biggest embarrassment

[such a fall from grace for someone who used to be the town's heroine]

happy birthday to the woman who returned to the burnt bridges and saw just how much destruction she caused to the lives of people she once maybe cared about

some of them were partially rebuilt with a variety of materials, many of them unsuitable to last for the long term

some of them were rebuilt but with signs every 5 feet reminding anyone who crossed of the boundaries they agreed not to cross

and some of them were like mine: a charred and burnt out mess that will never be rebuilt because i am flourishing & thriving

you will never meet my spouse

and yes i've told her all about you and the things you've said and done

you can yell across the chasm and ask for me to throw across to you a rope or something with which to bridge the gap

but i never answer

happy lonely birthday

[lightlevitations-blog]

They've fallen behind drastically, still in Mauville with the occasional visit to Slateport for contests and as they sit outside the Pokemon Center, they wonder if they should really be moving to finish the league.

But all the same, Nami is too content with a slower travel schedule and Clay continues to make little Slakoth protests against moving at all. So, for now, they continue to sit there and wonder.

[lightlevitations-blog]

They're stuck in Mauville for a while after Clay, the baby Slakoth clinging to Nymph's head, decided to cry (and loudly) about having been traveling for a while and wanting rest because in all reality, babies are a lot fussier than one would imagine and Nymph is just too easy going to really do anything about it.

So for now, they're wandering the 'city' until they can find a place to sleep.