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another year, another project

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and so, the new haiku year comes to a close. laura and i wrote a three line poem for the last 365 days. we had done the exercise once before, during a year that encompassed leaving grad school and moving to new york, so it felt appropriate to reinstate it for this year of similar changes.

the first time around, i remember both of us felt great relief that the project was over, but this time i've been dreading the end for months now. not only was it a great creative exercise, but it has become the primary source of communication between myself and laura, as we lead our incredibly different lives.

so we've decided to continue it indefinitely. perhaps one day we'll both tire of it and agree to end it, but i somehow doubt it. it's an important chronicle, a journal that's easy to keep, and a reminder of where we've been. plus, at the end of it all, we will have the most amazing book.

i've also begun another project, for myself. i've decided that i'm going to learn all of shakespeare's sonnets, and record a short video of me performing each one. it will probably take years and years to complete all 154, which is exciting in itself.

will my acting improve by the end of it? how much older will i look? how much wiser will i be? so far i've done three. and i'm not cheating either. i have to know each sonnet cold. no cue cards or hints (i tried it, and you can see my eyes reading. it looks awful.) i set up a separate youtube account just for these videos. subscribe!

1 responses to “another year, another project”

  1. Blogger Ted 

    awesome! here's the one i had to do second semester 1st year of grad school. i love it:

    Sonnet #77
    Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
    Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
    The vacant leaves thy mind’s imprint will bear,
    And of this book this learning mayst thou taste:
    The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show,
    Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
    Thou by thy dial’s shady stealth mayst know
    Time’s thievish progress to eternity.
    Look what thy memory cannot contain
    Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
    Those children nursed, delivered from thy brain,
    To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
    These offices, so oft as thou wilt look,
    Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book.

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