comedy. tragedy. history.

the truth.
in three parts.
comedy.
tragedy.
history.
yeah,
in addition to viking marauders,
roman centurions,
and barbarian conquerors,
i also pop off a pretty righteous shakespeare boner, too.
comedy. tragedy. history.
an overlapping trinity of eventual perception.
try taking the suckiest parts of any day and making light of them.
try adding gravity to the lighthearted moments.
try to write an epic ode to the unfolding sonnet of your everyday real life.
real-life documentarianism, ya'll.
january.
the new year.
another series of stories.
true stories, even.
unlike shakespearean drama,
adapted from the toga-partying greek o.g. theatre queers,
where the whole theme of each play was just one of the big three at a time,
most folks have all three occurring simultaneously.
history repeats itself; it's sad but true... funny how that works, huh?
see!?!
right there, in one sentence,
a brief plot summary for your entire life.
you can have history and comedy without the tragedy, for a while,
and you can even have tragedy and history without the comedy, for a longer while,
but you can't have comedy and tragedy without the history.
it doesn't work that way.
whether or not you heed the truth,
history is happening every second,
on the world stage,
the home theatre,
and in the best and worst moments of your whole entire life.
history is compulsory.
non-negotiable.
it's all really happening.
that's the whole point.

some people plan their whole year out in advance,
arranging all the puzzle pieces in pretty patterns,
and usually end up surprised at how inaccurate that preproduction preparation turns out.
me?
i let events unfold according to the mysterious, miserable, hilarious, unpredictable,
unparalled, fickle, fortune-flavored, bold barbarian winds of change and war.
you know: the secret universal plan, mutha-uckas.
time is what you make of it,
and every battle-bard could learn a bit from The Bard:
good-natured mean-spiritedness.
comedic tragedy.
that's my whole big action maneuver.
stolen from the in-the-round reality straight outta stratford-on-avon.
i'm sayin',
the fool is often the wisest character,
because he exists in the instant of history's creation.
check out my man's hottness,
a la' "king lear":

Mark it, nuncle:
Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest,
Lend less than thou owest,
Ride more than thou goest,
Learn more than thou trowest,
Set less than thou throwest;
Leave thy drink and thy whore,
And keep in-a-door,
And thou shalt have more
Than two tens to a score.

stuff THAT rhyming couplet up your iambic pentameter
it is all really happening.
right at this very minute.
never quiet, never soft...