Category: The Art of Writing

Her strong enchantments failing,
Her towers of fear in wreck,
Her limbecks dried of poisons
And the knife at her neck,

The Queen of air and darkness
Begins to shrill and cry,
“O young man, O my slayer,
To-morrow you shall die.”

O Queen of air and darkness,
I think ’tis truth you say,
And I shall die tomorrow;
But you will die to-day.

While musicals certainly seem to dominate Broadway box offices, we’ve seen
some incredible plays that will certainly go down as some of the best works
of our time.

These plays serve as the very best examples of what drama should be. Their
creativity, depth, and characters have set a new standard for playwrights
for generations to come. With comments by those who reviewed their
productions, here are our updated picks for the Best Plays of the 21st
Century…so far.
— Read on www.onstageblog.com/columns/2016/3/15/s5momkbm1vhzftiy4ypbsskzxod5vw

The warder looks down at the mid hour of night,
On the tombs that lie scatter’d below:
The moon fills the place with her silvery light,
And the churchyard like day seems to glow.
When see! first one grave, then another opes wide,
And women and men stepping forth are descried,
In cerements snow-white and trailing.-

In haste for the sport soon their ankles they twitch,
And whirl round in dances so gay;
The young and the old, and the poor, and the rich,
But the cerements stand in their way;
And as modesty cannot avail them aught here,
They shake themselves all, and the shrouds soon appear
Scatter’d over the tombs in confusion.-

Now waggles the leg, and now wriggles the thigh,
As the troop with strange gestures advance,
And a rattle and clatter anon rises high,
As of one beating time to the dance.
The sight to the warder seems wondrously queer,
When the villainous Tempter speaks thus in his ear:
“Seize one of the shrouds that lie yonder!”-

Quick as thought it was done! and for safety he fled
Behind the church-door with all speed;
The moon still continues her clear light to shed
On the dance that they fearfully lead.
But the dancers at length disappear one by one,
And their shrouds, ere they vanish, they carefully don,
And under the turf all is quiet.

But one of them stumbles and shuffles there still,
And gropes at the graves in despair;
Yet ’tis by no comrade he’s treated so ill
The shroud he soon scents in the air.
So he rattles the door–for the warder ’tis well
That ’tis bless’d, and so able the foe to repel,
All cover’d with crosses in metal.-

The shroud he must have, and no rest will allow,
There remains for reflection no time;
On the ornaments Gothic the wight seizes now,
And from point on to point hastes to climb.
Alas for the warder! his doom is decreed!
Like a long-legged spider, with ne’er-changing speed,
Advances the dreaded pursuer. –

The warder he quakes, and the warder turns pale,
The shroud to restore fain had sought;
When the end,–now can nothing to save him avail,–
In a tooth formed of iron is caught.
With vanishing lustre the moon’s race is run,
When the bell thunders loudly a powerful One,
And the skeleton fails, crush’d to atoms.-

{REVIEW} The Martian by Andy Weir[Genre: Adult Scifi]Read more about why I rated it 5 stars!

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Big Pete is a hitman that was hired to kill a local minister. However, though a series of random events Pete decides turn himself into the police and tells them about every hit he performed and every client that hired him. The story was decent, but seemed a bit silly at times. Also, I would […]

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Watching YouTube videos by Tom Nicholas, Ph.D student. First was a very interesting but brief look at the meaning of postdramatic theatre. Now a look at the meaning of “dramaturgy”. These are his first videos, but they are very well thought out. I recommend them. They cover “deep” subjects, but are clear, concise, and well-written and accessible to the layman. I am going to bed after this second one. Good night.

Finished watching “Hughie” by Eugene O’Neill a few minutes ago. Another one act play dependent on one character’s monologue, but interesting to see how Erie, a B.S. artist, was dependent on Hughie as sort of a one-man support group and how the new night clerk recognizes this and steps in to fill Hughie’s shoes.

Just finished watching Eugene O’Neill’s “Before Breakfast”. The outcome was somewhat predictable after the halfway point, but how O’Neill told a complex tale through the brief monologue of a single character was the most interesting part.

Scary Tales Publishing, who I’ve talked about in the past with their “Fractured Scary Tales” series, are back with a new release titles “Lady Frankenstein and the Mummy’s Brain.” Making its debut at the spring comics conventions at both Long Beach Convention Center in California and Kansas City’s Bartle Hall in Missouri, this new 20-page […]

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It took a long time. Many apologies for my absence. Thanks to the people at WordPress, I found my blog after a six month absence, and I am ready to start blogging again. I look forward to reconnecting with my many blogging friends. Roger.

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