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A Little Bit of Drama is about all things drama, with a focus on performances of great monologues and poetry.
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#10: Episode 2 - Poems

#10: Episode 2 - Poems

2021-09-2502:10

"When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes" - excerpt from Sonnet 29 by William Shakespeare.    DAWN  Dead shadows dance in the night  yearning for the dawn.  Cold and forgotten walking scars,  drained by decay,  wasted by time,  stretch out,  hungered and blurred,  to a spark ignited,  climbing,  rising from the ground.  From the dark depths,  rays of hope entwine in the sky,  kissing the hills;  breathing new life  and wonders layered in light.  Naked with joy, a new day, a new world is born.  THE OUTER VIEW  Beneath a mountain of tedium,  In a dull ugly system,  In an empty ocean of shadows,  Is a silhouette of pure fire heat  Drifting in the dark.  All I wanted was the wind;  The wind murmured with anticipation,  The grass turned to icy grey,  A fine mist fell,  And with the mist came my sorrow  Cooling my body  With her thousand kisses,  Leaving me there.  I am surrounded by ice crystals  floating down through silence  into soft glowing snow.  The only sound is the pulse of my breathing.  As the sun sleeps,  how many hearts are dreaming,  when the world stands still.    .....  Episode: https://reallybobster.com/pod10   
Beneath a mountain of tedium,  In a dull ugly system,  In an empty ocean of shadows,  Is a silhouette of pure fire heat  Drifting in the dark.  All I wanted was the wind;  The wind murmured with anticipation,  The grass turned to icy grey,  A fine mist fell,  And with the mist came my sorrow  Cooling my body  With her thousand kisses,  Leaving me there.  I am surrounded by ice crystals  floating down through silence  into soft glowing snow.  The only sound is the pulse of my breathing.  As the sun sleeps,  how many hearts are dreaming,  when the world stands still.    .....  Episode: https://reallybobster.com/pod9   
To be, or not to be, that is the question:  Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer  The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,  Or to take arms against a sea of troubles  And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,  No more; and by a sleep to say we end  The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks  That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation  Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;  To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:  For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,  When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,  Must give us pause—there's the respect  That makes calamity of so long life.  For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,  Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,  The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,  The insolence of office, and the spurns  That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,  When he himself might his quietus make  With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,  To grunt and sweat under a weary life,  But that the dread of something after death,  The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn  No traveller returns, puzzles the will,  And makes us rather bear those ills we have  Than fly to others that we know not of?  Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,  And thus the native hue of resolution  Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,  And enterprises of great pith and moment  With this regard their currents turn awry  And lose the name of action.    .....  Episode: https://reallybobster.com/pod8   
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves     Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;  All mimsy were the borogoves,     And the mome raths outgrabe.    "Beware the Jabberwock, my son     The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!  Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun     The frumious Bandersnatch!"    He took his vorpal sword in hand;     Long time the manxome foe he sought—  So rested he by the Tumtum tree,     And stood awhile in thought.    And, as in uffish thought he stood,     The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,  Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,     And burbled as it came!    One, two! One, two! And through and through     The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!  He left it dead, and with its head     He went galumphing back.    "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?     Come to my arms, my beamish boy!  O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"     He chortled in his joy.    'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves     Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;  All mimsy were the borogoves,     And the mome raths outgrabe.    .....  Episode: https://reallybobster.com/pod7   
Dead shadows dance in the night   yearning for the dawn.  Cold and forgotten walking scars,  drained by decay,   wasted by time,   stretch out,   hungered and blurred,   to a spark ignited,   climbing,   rising from the ground.   From the dark depths,   rays of hope entwine in the sky,   kissing the hills;   breathing new life   and wonders layered in light.   Naked with joy, a new day, a new world is born.     Excerpts:   Amazing Grace by John Newton.  The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.    .....  Episode: https://reallybobster.com/pod6   
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame  Is lust in action; and till action, lust  Is perjured, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,  Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,  Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight,  Past reason hunted; and, no sooner had  Past reason hated as a swallowed bait  On purpose laid to make the taker mad;  Mad in pursuit and in possession so,  Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;  A bliss in proof and proved, a very woe;  Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.  All this the world well knows; yet none knows well  To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.    .....  Episode: https://reallybobster.com/pod5   
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,  I all alone beweep my outcast state,  And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,  And look upon myself and curse my fate,  Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,  Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,  Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,  With what I most enjoy contented least;  Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,  Haply I think on thee, and then my state,  (Like to the lark at break of day arising  From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;  For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings   That then I scorn to change my state with kings.    .....  Episode: https://reallybobster.com/pod4   
#3: Episode 1 - Intro

#3: Episode 1 - Intro

2020-08-1308:14

Excerpts (in order of appearance):  Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare.    Hamlet in Hamlet by William Shakespeare.  Antony in Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare.  Iago in Othello by William Shakespeare.  Mike in West by Steven Berkoff.    Music:  Night Eyes: https://youtu.be/IkLQJnXHj5E.  Play Me Again: https://youtu.be/PoPdSDGUASU.  Come Take It All: https://youtu.be/ajJVdmp9-s8.      .....  Episode: https://reallybobster.com/pod3   
I hate the Moor:  And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets  He has done my office: I know not if't be true;   But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,  Will do as if for surety. He holds me well;  The better shall my purpose work on him.  Cassio's a proper man: let me see now:  To get his place and to plume up my will  In double knavery—How, how? Let's see:—  After some time, to abuse Othello's ear  That he is too familiar with his wife.  He hath a person and a smooth dispose  To be suspected, framed to make women false.  The Moor is of a free and open nature,  That thinks men honest that but seem to be so,  And will as tenderly be led by the nose  As asses are.  I have't. It is engender'd. Hell and night  Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.    .....  Episode: https://reallybobster.com/pod2   
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.  I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.  The evil that men do lives after them;  The good is oft interred with their bones;  So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus   Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.  If it were so, it was a grievous fault,  And grievously hath Caesar answered it.  Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest  (For Brutus is an honourable man;  So are they all, all honourable men),  Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.  He was my friend, faithful and just to me,  But Brutus says he was ambitious,  And Brutus is an honourable man.  He hath brought many captives home to Rome,  Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.  Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?  When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;  Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.  Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,  And Brutus is an honourable man.  You all did see that on the Lupercal  I thrice presented him a kingly crown,  Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?  Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,  And, sure, he is an honourable man.  I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,  But here I am to speak what I do know.  You all did love him once, not without cause.  What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him?  O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,  And men have lost their reason! - Bear with me;  My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,  And I must pause till it come back to me.    .....  Episode: https://reallybobster.com/pod1   
This episode is a just a little hello from me. ..... The introduction is from William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18. Intro music: https://youtu.be/IkLQJnXHj5E Outro music: https://youtu.be/PoPdSDGUASU Episode: https://reallybobster.com/2020/07/21/podcast-0  
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