He is the most consummate master of vowels and consonants, the greatest poet. As a philosopher and moralist I have no abnormal respect for him. You guessed it folks. Shakespeare! The man, the dude, the master of masters imbedded in the canons of literature, music, performance art and even everyday language. He had coined hundreds if not thousands of words and phrases in the English language (some we use daily). Others only when wit strike us: in a better world that this, all our yesterdays, brave new world, break the ice, dog will have his day, seen better days.
The reasons the world would stand still in April are countless seeping in every aspect of our lives through the layer cake of centuries of culture. Exact date is not available, as mysterious as he was. But! We know he died 400 years ago, so for about 50 years on this hustling and bustling planet of ours he reached the highest echelons of immortality. And all that only with a pencil. So we look up to him, we dissect him. What sort of drive and motivation he had. What a riot of neuron connections gathered for chat reinvented the English language, all inside one head. But above all we thank him for entertaining us.
Not only with theater but all art that had been soaked by his words and then sang them back into the good warm world. So now in the spring of all things, the world and its most affluent cultural centers (our beloved city being a cornerstone) are gathering for a celebration. UK leads the way, naturally. But NYC’s cultural gravity creates an epicenter of delights to come. We will be blessed with great productions of King Lear, The Tempest, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Macbeth to mention a few favorites. I will leave you with a riddle. Where is the following quote from? ‘The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.’ Have a nice spring.
