Another Song [Are they shadows that we see?]
By Samuel Daniel
Are they shadows that we see?
And can shadows pleasure give?
Pleasures only shadows be
Cast by bodies we conceive,
And are made the things we deem,
In those figures which they seem.
But these pleasures vanish fast,
Which by shadows are exprest:
Pleasures are not, if they last,
In their passing, is their best.
Glory is most bright and gay
In a flash, and so away.
Feed apace then greedy eyes
On the wonder you behold.
Take it sudden as it flies
Though you yake it not to hold:
When your eyes have done their part,
Thought must length it in the heart.
Paul worked from home on Friday, so I had company while I was working on my review of Deep Space Nine's "Equilibrium" and doing various unexciting chores. I distressed my cats by putting a new comforter on the bed, an activity they were certain I chose specifically to annoy them. I was going to run out to a couple of stores, but for a variety of reasons, mostly involving wanting to see Adam after school and wanting to finish uploading some 2005 photos to Flickr, that got put off till the weekend. Adam had dinner at Maddy's -- something we only learned he intended to do last night -- so just the two of us had dinner with my parents.
We watched the beginnings of both the Nationals and Orioles games, but neither one was going well so we put on J. Edgar. I wasn't all that impressed with it (and truth be told I kept getting distracted and losing the thread) -- I felt like DiCaprio was playing a watered down riff on his characterization from The Aviator (what is it with him and neuroses blamed on domineering mothers), I disliked pretty much all the women's roles, I was annoyed that the screenplay was so half-assed concerning his supposed sexual unconventionality. Some more photos from Monday's very rainy Pennsylvania Renfaire:
One of the Queen's men attempts to hide behind a twig, or perhaps bring Birnham Wood to Dunsinane.
The royal falcons take shelter from the rain between shows.
A handler shows off a baby lizard for sale from the dragon nursery.
Rescue greyhounds attempt to raise awareness and find homes.
Glassblowers produce ornaments, flowers, pumpkins, vases, paperweights, and jewelry.
And an initially dignified ultimate joust, as always, degenerates...
...into explosions and fire in the Queen's box!