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beccaelizabethInstead am getting jumped by slash bunnies for shows I don't even watch. I don't even know.
I was reading "Women Writers in Renaissance England" ed Randall Martin (and by reading I mean letting my eye skim pages as I realise I'm never going to read a useful amount before the deadline on Monday) and saw
Yet hurtful eyes do bid me cast away
In open show this careful black attire,
Because it would my secret love bewray,
And pay my pate with hatred for my hire;
Though outwardly I dare not wear the same,
Yet in my heart a web of black I frame.
Isabella Whitney, The Lamentation
The notes say 'Whitney complains that social custom forbids women the wearing of mourning apparel or displays of intense public grief for men who are not husbands or brothers. The implication is that deep male-female love has no legitimacy outside patriarchally regulated marriage or kinship ties'
But naturally 'secret love' skips tracks in my brain to, well, almost every slash pairing ever. And there's bunches where shows of love would be kind of a big deal.
But then there's tons where shows of grief are exactly where characters can put on the big display and show how much they feel. And then on unexpected not-deadness they put it all back in the box and don't show anything any more. It's kind of messed up.
Now I need to go write at least one more couplet of iambic pentameter. And preferably do a second draft and improve what I already have.
I definitely have more time for the essay about Jane Eyre, but the Romeo and Juliet I have to stand up at some time between 0900 and 1100 and hope people will help me read it out. Or come up with a better way of presenting it. Maybe I can think of some clever explain for why the computer voice can do all the talking, a cunning defamiliarisation strategy or something...
I was reading "Women Writers in Renaissance England" ed Randall Martin (and by reading I mean letting my eye skim pages as I realise I'm never going to read a useful amount before the deadline on Monday) and saw
Yet hurtful eyes do bid me cast away
In open show this careful black attire,
Because it would my secret love bewray,
And pay my pate with hatred for my hire;
Though outwardly I dare not wear the same,
Yet in my heart a web of black I frame.
Isabella Whitney, The Lamentation
The notes say 'Whitney complains that social custom forbids women the wearing of mourning apparel or displays of intense public grief for men who are not husbands or brothers. The implication is that deep male-female love has no legitimacy outside patriarchally regulated marriage or kinship ties'
But naturally 'secret love' skips tracks in my brain to, well, almost every slash pairing ever. And there's bunches where shows of love would be kind of a big deal.
But then there's tons where shows of grief are exactly where characters can put on the big display and show how much they feel. And then on unexpected not-deadness they put it all back in the box and don't show anything any more. It's kind of messed up.
Now I need to go write at least one more couplet of iambic pentameter. And preferably do a second draft and improve what I already have.
I definitely have more time for the essay about Jane Eyre, but the Romeo and Juliet I have to stand up at some time between 0900 and 1100 and hope people will help me read it out. Or come up with a better way of presenting it. Maybe I can think of some clever explain for why the computer voice can do all the talking, a cunning defamiliarisation strategy or something...