Sorry, I Tripped Over My Guilt.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

So, here I am, sitting on my bed, MS Word open and the little line icon flashing relentlessly over a plain white background. See what I did there? I made the fact that my sonnet is going absolutely nowhere into something beautiful and poetic! So why on earth can I not look at something already poetic and turn that into something poetic?! I've found a brill sonnet to base mines on -

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.

Shakespeare - Sonnet 71

A nice depressing sonnet on death. How difficult could it be?! I have to write a sonnet that is a respone to that one - it can either be against the argument he's created or for it, or something completely new, based on that sonnet. It has to stick mildly to the structural 'rules' of a sonnet - that is to say 14 lines, iambic pentamtre...although it's allowed to sway slightly from it. Ohho, did I also mention I have till November the 2nd to do it?! And I also need a 1500 word commentary alongside it?! It's gonna be a long week.

Also, it's my birthday on Monday! Hooray!

Mark, out.
xxx

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