Saturday, April 23, 2016

Happy Bard Day - Black Vespers' Pageants

On Shakespeare's birthday...



BLUE: Shakespeare is gone now, man, a long time. I ask: Who so ably hears...

RED: ... The signal of the spirits buzzing like Black Vespers in the aire?



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From David Garrick's Ode to Shakespeare ...



When our Magician, more inspir’d,
By charms, and spells, and incantations fir’d,
Exerts his most tremendous pow’r;
The thunder growls, the heavens low’r,
And to his darken’d throne repair,

The Demons of the deep, and Spirits of the air!

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There's more..now to bard hisself.. I was thinnin' about All Along the WatchTower.. ran a concordance ["tower" ] on Shakespeare..and lo and behold an idea for a song: The Black Vesper Stomp.


Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish;
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen
these signs;
They are black vesper's pageants.

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