- April 2010
- 21 - Introduction To Volumes ...
- June 2010
- 20 - BLOODY SUNDAY: A ...
- July 2010
- 14 - Some Reading During ...
- 19 - Introduction to My ...
- August 2010
- 18 - House of Sand
- December 2010
- 16 - David Puttnam
- 16 - Hegemony
- February 2011
- 14 - SEARCH FOR MEANING
- 14 - MIA FARROW AND THE ...
- August 2011
- 15 - ALFRED KAZIN: Some ...
- November 2011
- 14 - SECRET DIARIES: MORE ...
- December 2011
- 02 - Annual Email for ...
- January 2012
- 12 - THE DIARIES OF ANNE ...
- 20 - Snippets
- May 2012
- 20 - FUNNIES UPLIFTINGS ...
- 20 - JULIAN, VIDAL AND ME
- 20 - LOVE AND LUST AND ...
- 20 - SUSAN SARANDON AND ME
- 20 - Mr JONES and ME
- 20 - THE UNIVERSE: And then ...
- July 2012
- 06 - Samuel Pepys and Me: A ...
- November 2012
- 03 - PAINTED WITH WORDS: Who ...
- 03 - SOME LIKE IT HOT
- 03 - THE LANGUAGE OF THERE
- 03 - JACKIE: I HARDLY KNEW ...
- 03 - MAKING SENSE OF OUR ...
- 03 - ROBERT HUGHES: GOING ...
- 03 - HERMANN HESSE and ME
- 03 - THE OLD TESTAMENT and ME
- 03 - BREAKING POINTS AND ...
- December 2012
- 29 - An EBOOK READER and a ...
- 29 - Annual Email for ...
- 31 - Annual Email for ...
- January 2013
- 27 - SOME FACTS OF HISTORY: ...
- 27 - One of Twenty-Six ...
- 27 - THANKS AND ...
- 27 - Reflections on a ...
- 27 - OCCASIONS OF GRACE: An ...
- 27 - MIGRANTS: Letter Writing
- 27 - A Gift to the National ...
- 27 - CLIVE JAMES AND ME
- 27 - The Telephone and the ...
- March 2013
- 28 - SHAKESPEARE UNCOVERED
- May 2013
- 28 - IBSEN: His Assumptions ...
- November 2013
- 25 - TAKING BUSES OVER FOUR ...
- December 2013
- 20 - Annual Email for ...
- February 2014
- 18 - Some Thoughts on ...
- April 2014
- 20 - SOLITUDE: And The ...
- June 2014
- 20 - SHAKESPEARE: SOME ...
- August 2014
- 20 - Stuart Hall: Some ...
- October 2014
- 09 - Monty Python: A ...
- December 2014
- 08 - Annual Letter for ...
- 14 - Introduction To Volumes ...
- 18 - Ron Price's Annual ...
- August 2015
- 16 - Frank Kermode: ...
- September 2015
- 20 - Ron Price's Present ...
- December 2015
- 10 - Ron Price's Health: ...
- January 2016
- 25 - Ron Price's Health: ...
- 31 - Ron Price's Health: ...
- February 2016
- 25 - Ron's Health: ...
- 27 - My Family: ...
- March 2016
- 28 - Ron's Health: ...
- April 2016
- 05 - Ron's Health Today
- May 2016
- 13 - Ron's passing
SHAKESPEARE UNCOVERED"Shakespeare Uncovered" is a documentary series that was transferred from BBC Four to PBS in America. It was on PBS that I saw this series. Though the series focuses on individual plays, cycles, and genres in varying degrees of detail, it would be more helpful to think of these episodes as Shakespeare Introduced. This series, which came to Australian television in 2013, would have been an excellent resource when I was a teacher of English literature back in the 1990s.
This series sheds light on some of what is known about Shakespeare’s plays; it provides interesting and enlightening facts and features of the personal connection to the plays held by the hosts of the several episodes, and the many people interviewed during the course of the series.
As one critic put it: “if you were a substitute teacher who had to walk into a middle-school or high-school English class during the Shakespeare unit, these hour-long documentaries would be a godsend”. They would have been a godsend for me: (a) after more than two decades of teaching when I taught a Shakespearean play for the first time, or (b) when I was a student in the early 60s and studying that famous playwright for the first time.-Ron Price with thanks to 1Shakespeare Uncovered, Kevin McFarland, A.V. CLUB, 26 January 2013.
The thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to
before death’s sleep and when I have shuffled-off
this mortal coil…bearing the whips & scorns of
time no more1-----was one way the Bard put it;
and, as one Canadian poet….perhaps Canada’s
greatest 19th century poet, Archibald Lampman
expressed life’s challenge….“the poet must not
cease from the mental effort required to obtain
his renovated vision of external nature and to
return, restored, to the wide-world of men.”2
1 Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1, lines 63-70.
2 Archibald Lampman in D.M.R. Bentley, “Watchful Dream and Sweet Unrest: An Essay on the Vision of Archibald Lampman, Part II,” Studies In Canadian Literature.”
23/7/’06 to 25/2/’13
I’ll add here a prose-poem I wrote more than four years ago, about ten years after retiring from FT work, and after 50 years in classrooms as a student and teacher, 1949-1999.
THIS ENTERPRISE OF GREAT PITCH AND MOMENT
In Act 2 Scene 2 of Shakespeare's Hamlet a speech is delivered by Hamlet praising man's nobility, his reason, his beauty and his angelic quality. But Hamlet goes on in the same speech to say that man is the "quintessence of dust." Man, human beings, brought Hamlet no delight any more. Having tasted of this same kind of experience myself from time to time in my life, or had variations on a similar theme in my emotional life, I felt like writing a prose-poem to express the particular nature of my "fighting/That would not let me sleep." I wanted to express what had often been my desire: "To die, to sleep/No more," with my "native hue of resolution……sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought."1
In the end, for Hamlet, "the rest is silence."1 For me, for this poet living in the Antipodes, the rest seemed to be, not silence, but endless words. -Ron Price with thanks to 1Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1, The Soliloquy: "To Be or Not To Be.”
I decided more recently
to take up arms against
a world's sea of troubles,
not suffer the same slings
and arrows of outrageous
fortune….to take up arms
differently than I had done
for the previous forty years.
And so I reduced the many natural
shocks that flesh is heir to…..those
whips and scorns of many a year, &
the fatigue, the weariness in which I
did toil, sweat to an unavoidable, and
deal with a narrow, band of woe, woe.
So....when the sleep of death does come,
when I have shifted off this mortal coil
and entered that undiscovered country
from which no man returns; when I do
not have to deal with things contrary to
my wishes, but only with those days of
blissful joy which are assuredly in store
for me, I can look back and say that this
enterprise of great pitch & moment, when
the native hue of resolution was coloured
over with the rich cast of thought, and a
quickening wind amplified my perspectives
yielding some consequences of a surprising
poetic potency: yes, perchance a rendezvous
with my Maker, yes, finally that rendezvous.