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posted by [personal profile] mylescorcoran at 03:33pm on 12/01/2009 under , ,
For most of last year I've been using DailyLit, a wonderful service that emails you books in little chunks. I've found that I read on my Blackberry them while sitting with my daughter as she drifts off to sleep, or while walking to work and in other quiet moments during the day. There's quite a variety of books available, so you're bound to find something worth your time.

Just today I received Sonnet 154 of 154, from the collected sonnets of William Shakespeare. I'm counting this a book finished in 2009 although most of it was read in 2008, just because.

I'm not sure of my overall impression of the sonnets, spread out as it was over half a year, but I did find myself looking forward to each day's new arrival, so the extended exercise didn't turn me off. I'm still most moved by Sonnet 116 for personal reasons, and wonder if each sonnet bears more meaning in memory of the context in which one encounters it than for its intrinsic meaning.

I see from Wikipedia that Simon Callow has done an unabridged reading of the whole 154 sonnets. Interesting...
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posted by [identity profile] mizkit.livejournal.com at 04:31pm on 12/01/2009
116 is one of the very best of them. <3
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posted by [personal profile] mylescorcoran at 12:39pm on 13/01/2009
Great icon!
 
posted by [identity profile] wwhyte.livejournal.com at 02:16am on 13/01/2009
I love sonnets! They're long enough to develop an argument and short enough to memorize. One of my favourite books is Don Paterson's 101 Sonnets -- he casts a wide net, from Elizabethan to modern (though with more than you'd expect written in Scots) and writes wry and sympathetic notes.

I memorized the first one, Robert Frost's The Silken Tent, ten years ago and can still remember it:

She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when a sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew, and all the ropes relent,
So that in guys she lightly stands at ease;
And her supporting central cedar pole,
Which is her pinnacle to heavenward,
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But, strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless gentle ties of love and thought
To everything on earth the circle round;
And only by one's going slightly taut
Through the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightest bondage made aware.

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posted by [personal profile] mylescorcoran at 10:27am on 13/01/2009
Hmm, is it me or does that sonnet not have a slightly sinister air to it? Lovely, but sinister.
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posted by [personal profile] mylescorcoran at 10:28am on 13/01/2009
And 101 Sonnets is in the local library. I must get it out. Thanks for the recommendation.

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