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The Love of the Irish

Posted in Performance with tags , , , on 2010/02/11 by mattermind

At first I was wondering if somebody in South Bend reads the blog and wanted to get a head start on my Valentine’s Day project.

Then I realized that couldn’t possibly be true, and I settled into a dreamy stupor, wondering what it would be like to have the Fighting Irish cheerleading squad read the sonnets aloud.

Then I realized I picked the wrong school to do my undergrad. These folks know how to celebrate right.

Valentine’s Day began a little early at Notre Dame with words of love, courtesy of William Shakespeare.

“Sonnet Fest” kicked off Wednesday as students, faculty and staff gathered to read all of Shakespeare’s 154 sonnets as a tribute to the love and beauty behind his poetry.

Shakespeare enthusiasts, and even Notre Dame President Father John Jenkins, took turns reading, as the crowd listened to the moving and powerful language.

“It’s just a celebration of a tremendous artist and a framer of the English language. His art was meant to be public, and this is a public celebration of some beautiful poetry that is profound and moving,” said Father Jenkins.


UPDATE: Yeah, sure, it all sounds so wholesome and educational. But what inquiring minds want to know is… how did these noble, well-intentioned, academic-minded Catholics skirt the bawdy bits? The lusty parts? The country matters? The titillation? Did they employ selective editing? Give ’em the ol’ wink wink, nod nod, don’t ask, don’t tell policy?

We of course won’t do that here on the blog!


Programming Update

Posted in Syllabi with tags , , , , on 2010/02/08 by mattermind

Set your DVRs, boys and girls, there’s been a syllabus change! Due to a certain saint’s day (No, not those Saints. Congratulations, New Orleans!) but rather a saint dedicated to amour each February 14, I’ve decided to break up the monotony excitement of the Greek and Roman historical plays with an ode to love: The Sonnets!

There are 154 of the little buggers, which means that I’ll have to churn through savor 17 per day in order to finish in the allotted nine days and stay on schedule. Which seems a tad o’er hasty to me, like traveling through Florence, Venice and Rome by tour bus over a weekend. So I won’t. (Unless all the sonnets are about a seasoned man giving advice to a winsome, dallying young fellow to crank out babies like in the first six — okay, I peeked at those too. What, you thought I just watched football all Sunday?)

Depending on the pace of the sonnets, it will mean having to trim a little of the luxury around a few of the other works. We’ll see how it goes. I also have five floating “holidays” I can spend according to need as well, but just like accrued vacation time at work, I’d prefer to keep those in the bank for a future crisis. Like Titus Andronicus.

It’s all flying seat-of-the pants, I’ll admit. But that’s why it’s so important to have an itinerary: so you can spontaneously break away from it and yet not feel utterly, shamelessly lost. And need to ask for directions. Or an excuse better than a Slurpee to pull into that 7-11.

Well, that’s the theory, anyway.

Just remember as you gripe, ladies: it’s all (ahem) in the name of love.