I thought tomorrow was Friday
Hello my lovelies, I spent the entire day thinking it was Thursday and now I feel cheated. Bah!
I trust WEDNESDAY finds you in good spirits; speaking of spirits (oh dear), I've been jostling with oils in studio - I'll be honest with you it is not my favourite medium. I'm an acrylic lover and not a fighter (for the love of god, stop).
I'm creating a piece which will accompany, "Astrophil" .
"Stella", the subject Astrophil's dream is discussed at length in Sir Philip Sidney's Sonnet 39.
Astrophil and Stella is one of Elizabethan poetry’s finest and brightest gems. In 108 sonnets and a handful of songs, Sir Philip Sidney produced the first sustained sonnet sequence in English (though not, contrary to popular belief, the very first). Sonnet 39, beginning ‘Come sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace’, is one of the most widely anthologised poems in the sequence – and this analysis is going to attempt to explain why it remains so popular.
Come Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release, The indifferent judge between the high and low; With shield of proof shield me from out the press Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw; O make in me those civil wars to cease; I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise, and blind to light; A rosy garland, and a weary head; And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella’s image see.