Much ado about nothing. Decided another tattoo to get, a long while from now when I have money. I've always loved poetry. And of any character, I have always loved Puck, or Robin Goodfellow, the best. He is a genial trickster who has always fascinated me. A Midsummer Night's Dream is a lovely play and a very good story, obviously. Puck's last monologue is my second favorite piece of poetry, and I have decided to tattoo it onto the back of my left leg, surrounded by green vine. So it goes
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
Now I've not decided if I should do it in its entirety, or pick out my favorite lines. Most likely I will pick out my favorite part of the monologue. Either way, that's the idea.
My right leg on the other hand will have a moth floating towards an open flame, I imagine it done in color and not too detailed, just enough to suggest a dream. The piece is from "The Lesson of the Moth" by Don Marquis, who is also a favorite. The poem is told in the view of a cockroach(it makes sense, trust me) who asks a moth why they always flutter towards fire and light, sometimes dying in the process. The moth's response is, in part,
"it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty".
This has always touched me, as all of Don Marquis sartirical work has. So that's what I have been up too lately. How about you?
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
Now I've not decided if I should do it in its entirety, or pick out my favorite lines. Most likely I will pick out my favorite part of the monologue. Either way, that's the idea.
My right leg on the other hand will have a moth floating towards an open flame, I imagine it done in color and not too detailed, just enough to suggest a dream. The piece is from "The Lesson of the Moth" by Don Marquis, who is also a favorite. The poem is told in the view of a cockroach(it makes sense, trust me) who asks a moth why they always flutter towards fire and light, sometimes dying in the process. The moth's response is, in part,
"it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty".
This has always touched me, as all of Don Marquis sartirical work has. So that's what I have been up too lately. How about you?
Jeez, I have so many ideas for tatoos, but I don't think I'll ever get one - just because it's so hard to spend that much money on myself. I'd rather spend it on my son. Hrm...it's this whole mother guilt thing I guess. Plus, There's so many things I want to get, I don't know where to put everything so that it looks good and makes sense. Perhaps I think too much? ha ha..
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