This is a cheat, in that I wrote this last fall when I was doing docent training at the Folger Shakespeare Library. BUT, since it is, after all, Shakespeare's birthday, I am giving myself a pass, and letting myself use it to help catch up.
Swimming with Shakespeare
You can memorize the
speeches;
you can study lines and
language;
you can dissect all his
characters,
find means and motivation;
imagine brawling London
streets;
the history, myths, and
legends
of the printers and
pretenders,
the rivals and the poets…
Seek the man in the minutia,
the real in the pretense.
But to truly know the
playwright,
you must melt into the
story,
and let the words, the
incomparable words,
lap softly against your
toes..
Then rising, rising, rising,
the tide of genius, rising,
sweeps you toward the river
of his past and future
world,
bears you up on that singing
swell,
gasping, breathless,
all-but-drowning:
swimming with Shakespeare.
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