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Poem for Monday and Maryland Renfaire

Sonnet 129
By William Shakespeare

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted and no sooner had,
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait
Laid on purpose to make the taker mad:
Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.


This will be a quickie because I have spent all day at the Maryland Renaissance Festival with my family, dementordelta, Adam's friend Thomas and Daniel's friend Shelley. The Mediaeval Baebes are performing there this weekend as the last stop on their U.S. tour, and the weather forecast for Monday is so dismal that we decided we should go on Sunday to be sure we could see them. It ended up being a hot but nice day -- no rain, and the crowds were only moderate.

Both kids disappeared with their friends right after the early Fight School show, so the adults went to the Dueling Fools, two Mediaeval Baebes shows, the Squire of the Wire, Shakespeare's Skum's Hamlet Jeopardy (categories including Menopausal Maniacs and If Shatner Did Shakespeare, hahaha), Wine and Alchemy, and Fight School Reloaded where we met back up with everyone late in the day (we'd seen Adam at Hamlet after lunch). The kids saw the joust and various other shows.

Two of the Mediaeval Baebes perform during their last set at the Maryland Renaissance Festival.

Delta took this photo of my family and Shelley...

...and Paul took this photo of me and Delta.

Royals look down on the little people at the faire.

Shakespeare's Skum's Hamlet laments Claudius's insensitivity to his emo state.

Michael Rosman, the Squire of the Wire, prepares to juggle knives on a tightrope over his audience's head.

We go to see Wine & Alchemy more for the music than the bellydancing, though the dancers are very good.

The Dueling Fools are no Don Juan and Miguel but they are prettier. Maybe in a few years when they have honed their routine.

We came home for spaghetti and meatballs since we were all full from eating Faire food (I had stuffed shells and some of other people's cheesecake on a stick, plus lots of water), then Delta and I watched St Trinian's II: The Legend of Fritton's Gold, partly because we watched the first one the night before and partly because the Firth/Everett Romeo and Juliet is the perfect follow-up to Shakespeare's Skum's version of the Bard. Monday we have rain forecast all day, woe.

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