Saturday, February 6, 2010

Shakespeare said everything

Shakespeare said everything. Brain to belly; every mood and minute of a man’s season. His language is starlight and fireflies and the sun and moon. He wrote it with tears and blood and beer, and his words march like heartbeats. He speaks to everyone and we all claim him but it’s wise to remember, if we would really appreciate him, that he doesn’t properly belong to us but to another world; a florid and entirely remarkable world that smelled assertively of columbine and gun powder and printer’s ink, and was vigorously dominated by Elisabeth.


Orson Welles, Everybody’s Shakespeare, 1934


Thornton Wilder called this “the greatest thumbnail summation of Shakespeare’s genius ever written.”

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