All that I have to say is to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon; I, the Man in the Moon; this thornbush, my thornbush; and this dog, my dog. – Moone ( Robin Starveling )
Well shone Moone.
Truly the Moone shines with a good grace
– Hippolyta ( Queen of the Amazons )
The Mechanicals’ decision:
– use Robin as Moonlight !
~Absence of Actual Moonlight~
Delving into the Dreaming Mind,
A Moonbeam Pierces the Darkness.
– an existential window opening on a reflection of identity .
Robin’s standing there, attempting to be moonshine, does not make him Sew, even if he is holding a lantern to represent a metaphorical part of the Moon – for that is the part he plays when he is not a tailor.
Carrying Moonlight in a Thimble,
Spilling Butterfly Dreams on the Floor,
The actor reveals the truth,
Midst the Footlights
Cementing the Suspension of Belief.
What part of Self do you hold to make believe you are real ?
to be or not to be,
arguing ……… no representation
in a play
can really be
Or not to be
completely or not completely
Real or truthful,
For what is truth, but Moonshine,
Like A Metaphor spun by
the Great Unwashed
March to a Different Drummer
those who are Players
at the Truth
May try to fly it up the flag-pole,
to be or not to be……………….
exaggerating the problem
for the entertainment
a tripping footstep
I’d rather be in Synecdoche.