Richard III -Shakespeare (Richard's opening soliloquy)
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our House
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front,
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them -
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the King
In deadly hate, the one against the other;
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mewed up
About a prophecy, which says that G
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be -
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here Clarence comes.
Unknown "Rose Pourpre" Dazed - 16 years, 9 months, 4 days ago

I will be very obedient to my master's commands, behave myself with proper decorum in front of my master's friends and charm them.

However, once my master leaves me alone on a Sunday morning at home, I will make so much noise to wake all the neighbours, shred all the papers and books I can reach, play with my fav toy- the rubbish bin and decorate the contents in the bin throughout the house, vomit on the carpet, crap on the tatami mat etc... in short, make my master's life hell on earth for leaving me alone.

これはあくまでも、私の話しではないよ。家のワン ゃんの話しなんだ。いくら頑張っていても、私はかわいいふり をする能力がないし、甘えっていう言葉は一切の関係はしな し、したくもない。「私をかわいがってね、ごちゅーじんち ま」なんて言いません！！
Unknown "Rose Pourpre" Dazed - 16 years, 9 months, 8 days ago

Not Waving But Drowning by Stevie Smith

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
Unknown "Rose Pourpre" Dazed - 16 years, 9 months, 13 days ago

Why are you looking at me like that,
With those rational eyes?
You demonize my world to make sense of yours;
Deflect the blame, avoid the shame.
The reflection of rational eyes filters accountability
From the eye of conscience.
Re-mould, re-shade, re-fit the incoming world
To comfort your ego’s desires and fears – those rational eyes.
Just if I could defend my humanness to rational eyes.
A positive spin, I opine, shrug the guilt into life’s rivery silt.


Blackstock, Michael D. 2005. Salmon Run: A Florilegium of Aborginal
Ecologcial Poetry, Kamloops, B.C., Wyget Books. (pg77)
Unknown "Rose Pourpre" Dazed - 16 years, 9 months, 13 days ago