Our Daily Sonnet is the brainchild of Adam Tessier. It is interesting to us at massmouth as an excellent example of online and live engagement of everyday people and the arts...His post for the last Sunday is below. This is one of my favorites too...
sunday is the day that starts for many slow and easy, but at Our Daily Sonnet we roll deep at all times. we interrupt this national holiday weekend (anyone else’s september vogue arrive today??) and give you diana reading sonnet 12:
nicely played, diana! we’re excited for the next few days to be featuring VGRs — Visitor Generated Readings!! — videos sent in by readers of ODS from far and wide. diana who hails from the rightmost portland is an english teacher studying Educational Leadership at NYU at the moment. she writes in, “Last year, I was teaching 8th graders at Auburn Middle School, and in our end-of-the-year Shakespeare Project, every student performed a scene or a monologue to their peers. I love the bard, and I love any way to spread his sonnets to the masses in an un-stuffy, 21st-century way.”
that love is contagious! cheers diana for unstuffing the bard for us early on a summer sunday, before we all go stuff ourselves at sunday brunch.
interested in contributing your own VGR? drop us a line at ourdailysonnet(at)gmail.com and we’ll set it up! we are as always an equal opportunity sonneteering concern.
enjoy the end of the weekend & until the next midnight hour,
Yours in Shakespeare,
Our Daily Sonnet
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver’d o’er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.