Humour me as I copy one of my favourite sonnets from Shakespeare.
Picking a sonnet appropriate for a struggling writer, I choose one that resonates through my dark hours of writing.
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget’st so long
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend’st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem 5
In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise, resty Muse, my love’s sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there; 10
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make Time’s spoils despised every where.
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;
So thou prevent’st his scythe and crooked knife.
Through barren times when words dry up in grey reservoirs, where effort is fruitless and pointless, I turn to Shakespeare for enlightenment: the fount of rhetorical love, twisted humour filled with pranks on unwary knaves and kings, a place of solace for a faltering writer. From there I fill my coffers with ideas and replenish my starved brain with inspiration.
How does Shakespeare inspire you? Are you celebrating his 400 years?
Pictures courtesy of Shakespeares sonnets.com and Wikipedia.