Ted Hughes (1930–1998) was an English poet with a deep sense of the shamanic power of myth. He believed he had uncovered a structural mythic pattern in fourteen or fifteen of Shakespeare’s mature plays. This pattern consisted of two parts, which first appear in two of Shakespeare’s narrative poems: Venus [Read more…]
Kneeling together, and well they should, for Othello and Iago are but two parts of a single motive – related not as the halves of a sphere, but each implicit in the other. [Read More…]
Lear fell because use he was too choleric and Gloucester lost his eyes because he was too credulous; but neither choler nor credulity worked alone.
Telling Timely Tales: Paulina’s Politic Deception In The Winter’s Tale By David Hurley A Presentation for the Shakespeare & Modern Authors Society 県立広島大学 September 2017 Introduction In the title of today’s paper I refer to “honest” Paulina’s deception in The Winter’s Tale as “politic.” I might just as easily have [Read more…]
Shakespeare, Machiavellian Prudence and Integrity by David Hurley A Presentation for the Shakespeare & Modern Authors Society 県立広島大学 September 2015 My paper will look at how prudential considerations place pressure upon the apparent integrity of various characters and the responsive strategies which those characters – and Shakespeare in his representation [Read more…]
What follows are some ad hoc notes towards a 30-minute presentation I am to give to the Shakespeare and Contemporary Authors Society Annual Conference at the Kenritsu Hiroshima Daigaku on 6th September to an audience of Japanese professors and lecturers of English literature. The presentation will be given in English. [Read more…]
IV. Unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty’s legacy? Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And being frank she lends to those are free: Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse The bounteous largess given thee to give? Profitless usurer, why dost thou use So [Read more…]
III. Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another, Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy [Read more…]
II. When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field, Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now Will be a totter’d weed, of small worth held: Then being ask’d, where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To [Read more…]
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