So I've been having the opening couplet of Sonnet 147 running through my mind for the past weekend, without knowing what it was to. I mean, I knew it was Shakespeare, because of the language, which is so easily identifiable, but you know, I started writing a sonnet that mirrored it somewhat. Well, not as such, but the same basic concept of the sonnet, in a different way. I'll post it when I scrape the last six lines together, as I only have eight insofar. And this one is written in proper iambic pentametre.
Also, I just got through watching 'The Scarlet Letter,' the one with Gary Oldman. It's wretched how little of him we see in that film, I got a bit nauseous of Demi Moore's singularly mannish acting. Not that I dislike her particularly, only, I've never cared for her, either. I also much prefer Gary as a gutwrenchingly psychotic sadist. What can I say? I have some serious issues with how I perceive talent.
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