So as promised. I said I would share the finished product of my latest puppet...Caliban.
A number of you got the correct answer on the quiz, asking which play this dude was from. The answer being the Tempest...my fav of all of Shakespeare's plays...and source of my favorite quotation.
And the puppet is the character Caliban...
...the wild and indigenous villain, whose mother is was a socreress and arch-nemisis to the bookish Prospero. By the way, if you ever have a chance check out the film Prospero's Books...Peter Greenaway's wondrous strange film adaptation.
As it turns out I am writing a fairytale accompany this creation.
My version is a prequel...and then a sequel. The Tempest takes place in the middle. Caliban is not the villain he is accused of in the play...he is a victim of treachery.
So... now to the puppet...what exactly does he do? Many of you guessed the claw moved...and many of you guessed the eye...Well...the eye is correct. Now let's show you...
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
3 comments:
VERY Cool! Love that tongue and eye action.
Um, did you mean to spell "tale" as "tail"? Not trying to be mean, really.
LOL Sallie...damn autospell
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