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?


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!


There's 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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