Othello
by Shakespeare
I recently heard a misplaced quote from Hemingway, in my opinion the most over rated author of the 20th century: 'From innocence comes evil'. Really?!!!! What would possess a person to say that of all the innocent children of the world; they would all end up evil. Could this obtuse use of a quote from a controversial person be rooted in shallow thinking? Or did jealousy breed such a cynical line of thinking? I offer Shakespeare’s Othello to examine the questions.
In summary Othello is duped by Iago in a plot where jealousy is the tool of deceit. Desdemona is one of many victims in the plot whose innocence through the whole story allows her the clairvoyance to see no one as guilty. But it does her no good. Yet it is that same innocence that blinds her from the schemes of Iago. I offer Desdemona as evidence this all are not created evil. Evil is something one learns. In Iago I find selfishness, as the root to all evil. In selfishness you find the law of sacristy that runs rampant in the egos of many people who operate from fear, fear of losing something. When a person learns he as something like valentine love and is comforted by it, he may be inclined himself to not give it up or out. In Shakespearian drama innocence dies at the hand of a jealous Othello who is jealous on false premise built up by Iago. I do not think Shakespeare chose Iago without ego on his mind. It was jealousy that blocked Othello's otherwise clear thinking mind to make inquiries for the whole truth which lay in the innocence of His true love, Desdemona.
When Othello realizes the truth and sees through his jealous emotion, comes my favorite line in the play:
[Othello] But every puny whisper gets my sword:- But why should honor outlive honesty!?
Othello justifies his murderous deed with this line:
[Othello] Why anything: An honorable murder, of you will'; For naught did I hate, but all in honor.
In the end; Othello, Emily, and Desdemona perish at the hands of Iago's intrigue of jealousy. The statesman of Venice, all knowing of the deception and its tragedy, seals the secret with Iago who is blessed with all good fortune. It is left to the reader to imagine how well Iago keeps his secret and what he does with it.
Apparently the secret is well kept as I once again run head on in to the pearls of a jealous person. To this I witnessed a 21 century jealousy where a man's honor play’s the role of Iago. To me jealousy is not a function of the heart. It is a function of the ego as it attempts to hoard the world for itself. It is a lot of thinking broad in imagination but shallow in depth of perception. I am quite certain he is not the only goofball that falls prey to this. I think the deep secret was revealed in the play. Iagos’ deceit was a play on Othello’s mind. If ever you have a feeling of jealousy, be mindful that it may be your perception causing the jealousy. Never has a ship navigated the shoals of shallow water when his perception is fogged over. Be mindful that when operating from jealousy, you are likely to sink your own ship.
I have taken the advice of a good friend and will also include relevant poetry of my own with my posts. To her I namaste.
Originator and the Imitator
All things truly wicked start from an innocence...Ernest Hemmingway
Of the mind of a cynical person finds solace in condemnation
From an author that found standards to cast four wives away
The author of meandering prose that drifts to abstract termination
With no meaning to give a reader anything but a gender sway
Through arrogant ignorance a reference that equally finds
Mistaken rationale that defies the wisdom of his constitution
Posing an agreement contradicts truth, leaving reality maligned
The wisdom of reusing a quote exposes a charlatan’s persuasion
“However beautiful the strategy, you should occasionally look at the results”
Res ipsa loquitur duty bound to be unreasonable masking hostile vanity
Adrift from French to Latin, to Kady, to Eastwood a reckless abandon
Rationale defied any sense of integrity, he may have been lost to insanity
Attack, attaque, impetus, forget wisdom - quote words at random
Furious storms of rage thunder cracks of jealousy peace gone afluter
Ignorance reigns, droplets rise and fall pelting humanity with hail
Pompous, arrogant, are words to define this literary imposter
Exposed laid raw finds his new station from forevermore to hale
“The tongue like a sharp knife... Kills without drawing blood.”
Dead now is the chance for all men to find peace, a venture lost
For at least one man shall find conditions for the love he enslaves
Dead the knowing of a peace, t’was crucified on perception’s cross
For in jealousy are all thing remade real in the eye of a knave
Jealousy leaves no room for remorse to search for atonement
Jealousy makes one feel special and above society’s law
As words in madness violate every man’s sacrament
Death of an earthly friendship shant betray a Cosmos call
"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man, give him power"
Abe Lincoln was forever challenged in marriage by Mary Todd
She commanded a house with a temperament bringing all to cower
From under her roof of adverse domination did could history applaud
A man who overcame marital adversity and give a nation its power
Relying on the character of his call to duty drawn from foundation in God
A nation a race found original character in this emancipator
Beginning with ‘four score and seven’ a speech found no fraud
A man who bowed to his wife, a leader of a humble character
Jealous Jailer
When time compresses us and interaction essential
Where the present moment knows no past
Where boundaries and rules require no approval
Frail is one’s constitution where long shadows cast
Suspicious concoctions of tale make him jealous
Should there be legend untold of an imagined relationship
Fear driven fantasy may prove him envious
Tempting fate with the devil in his courtship
But what happened to constitutional foundation
A stead fast character steeped in confidence
The traits that foster a passionate condition
Lost is love so burdened by weight of condolence
For the loss of face to his own misinterpretation
Demands he brought forth a jealous malice
One cannot hide from the trepidation
To drink such poison of his own unholy chalice
Locked in his cell of his own mad misgivings
Behind conditional love strikes out his arrogance
Ruling his own little fiefdom he tenders no forgiving
For his egotistical suffering we all lack a defense
Dread reigns over the misfortunate forced to placate
To sniveling antics masked by trivial favor
T’is he who finds comfort through misery he creates
In the lives he touches with contrived vigor
Fearful Little Man
Sizing his position; his wife in the bell tower
Chivalry reverberates alongside words of a virtual poet
Contracts he makes with her; little promises he may require
Shall his interpretation of verse divulge his lowest
Upon a jesters court to be judged and sentenced
Dungeons for his duty bound wife to submit to his crown
Truth in love’s chamber stratified, naught to be found
In fear of his remittance jealousy prevails against peace
Small begets now his profile in the eye of his characters
Drama underwrites his irrational suspicion to the undertaken
Barren lay the soil for which he casts his small shadow
Death to loves’ flower they be unearthed and in tatters
In fearful jealousy over things he thinks matter
Time’s Effect on Love
He was a lad of passion without direction
She a mischievous lass too unaware of his affection
Both attuned to emotions borne of physical attraction
Neither aware of the movements of their star’s constellations
Fleet footed was time; the sand ran out on their passions
Not clock nor calendar would not bear witness to measure
Manifestations of man could not mark the buried treasure
No stage for drama, father time stands still at his leisure
Universal love: a manifold of God and destiny, separate or together
Time is rendered no more when love unties man’s dramatic tether
Whoa to a young love, untouched that witnessed no conclusion
Time is directly proportional to the space between the illusions
A phenomena that can only exist when joined with ego’s assumptions
Where there are none, innocence prevails over opinions
Love may prevail over the commands of another’s objections
He who may contrive that from innocence come evil, find his error
When lost on the sea of love, reach for your moral compass
Love not of romance but of a life worth living...with meaning
Where purpose in the presence of divine order reign over ego
Hold true its course through the storms of he with jealous contempt
by Shakespeare
I recently heard a misplaced quote from Hemingway, in my opinion the most over rated author of the 20th century: 'From innocence comes evil'. Really?!!!! What would possess a person to say that of all the innocent children of the world; they would all end up evil. Could this obtuse use of a quote from a controversial person be rooted in shallow thinking? Or did jealousy breed such a cynical line of thinking? I offer Shakespeare’s Othello to examine the questions.
In summary Othello is duped by Iago in a plot where jealousy is the tool of deceit. Desdemona is one of many victims in the plot whose innocence through the whole story allows her the clairvoyance to see no one as guilty. But it does her no good. Yet it is that same innocence that blinds her from the schemes of Iago. I offer Desdemona as evidence this all are not created evil. Evil is something one learns. In Iago I find selfishness, as the root to all evil. In selfishness you find the law of sacristy that runs rampant in the egos of many people who operate from fear, fear of losing something. When a person learns he as something like valentine love and is comforted by it, he may be inclined himself to not give it up or out. In Shakespearian drama innocence dies at the hand of a jealous Othello who is jealous on false premise built up by Iago. I do not think Shakespeare chose Iago without ego on his mind. It was jealousy that blocked Othello's otherwise clear thinking mind to make inquiries for the whole truth which lay in the innocence of His true love, Desdemona.
When Othello realizes the truth and sees through his jealous emotion, comes my favorite line in the play:
[Othello] But every puny whisper gets my sword:- But why should honor outlive honesty!?
Othello justifies his murderous deed with this line:
[Othello] Why anything: An honorable murder, of you will'; For naught did I hate, but all in honor.
In the end; Othello, Emily, and Desdemona perish at the hands of Iago's intrigue of jealousy. The statesman of Venice, all knowing of the deception and its tragedy, seals the secret with Iago who is blessed with all good fortune. It is left to the reader to imagine how well Iago keeps his secret and what he does with it.
Apparently the secret is well kept as I once again run head on in to the pearls of a jealous person. To this I witnessed a 21 century jealousy where a man's honor play’s the role of Iago. To me jealousy is not a function of the heart. It is a function of the ego as it attempts to hoard the world for itself. It is a lot of thinking broad in imagination but shallow in depth of perception. I am quite certain he is not the only goofball that falls prey to this. I think the deep secret was revealed in the play. Iagos’ deceit was a play on Othello’s mind. If ever you have a feeling of jealousy, be mindful that it may be your perception causing the jealousy. Never has a ship navigated the shoals of shallow water when his perception is fogged over. Be mindful that when operating from jealousy, you are likely to sink your own ship.
I have taken the advice of a good friend and will also include relevant poetry of my own with my posts. To her I namaste.
Originator and the Imitator
All things truly wicked start from an innocence...Ernest Hemmingway
Of the mind of a cynical person finds solace in condemnation
From an author that found standards to cast four wives away
The author of meandering prose that drifts to abstract termination
With no meaning to give a reader anything but a gender sway
Through arrogant ignorance a reference that equally finds
Mistaken rationale that defies the wisdom of his constitution
Posing an agreement contradicts truth, leaving reality maligned
The wisdom of reusing a quote exposes a charlatan’s persuasion
“However beautiful the strategy, you should occasionally look at the results”
Res ipsa loquitur duty bound to be unreasonable masking hostile vanity
Adrift from French to Latin, to Kady, to Eastwood a reckless abandon
Rationale defied any sense of integrity, he may have been lost to insanity
Attack, attaque, impetus, forget wisdom - quote words at random
Furious storms of rage thunder cracks of jealousy peace gone afluter
Ignorance reigns, droplets rise and fall pelting humanity with hail
Pompous, arrogant, are words to define this literary imposter
Exposed laid raw finds his new station from forevermore to hale
“The tongue like a sharp knife... Kills without drawing blood.”
Dead now is the chance for all men to find peace, a venture lost
For at least one man shall find conditions for the love he enslaves
Dead the knowing of a peace, t’was crucified on perception’s cross
For in jealousy are all thing remade real in the eye of a knave
Jealousy leaves no room for remorse to search for atonement
Jealousy makes one feel special and above society’s law
As words in madness violate every man’s sacrament
Death of an earthly friendship shant betray a Cosmos call
"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man, give him power"
Abe Lincoln was forever challenged in marriage by Mary Todd
She commanded a house with a temperament bringing all to cower
From under her roof of adverse domination did could history applaud
A man who overcame marital adversity and give a nation its power
Relying on the character of his call to duty drawn from foundation in God
A nation a race found original character in this emancipator
Beginning with ‘four score and seven’ a speech found no fraud
A man who bowed to his wife, a leader of a humble character
Jealous Jailer
When time compresses us and interaction essential
Where the present moment knows no past
Where boundaries and rules require no approval
Frail is one’s constitution where long shadows cast
Suspicious concoctions of tale make him jealous
Should there be legend untold of an imagined relationship
Fear driven fantasy may prove him envious
Tempting fate with the devil in his courtship
But what happened to constitutional foundation
A stead fast character steeped in confidence
The traits that foster a passionate condition
Lost is love so burdened by weight of condolence
For the loss of face to his own misinterpretation
Demands he brought forth a jealous malice
One cannot hide from the trepidation
To drink such poison of his own unholy chalice
Locked in his cell of his own mad misgivings
Behind conditional love strikes out his arrogance
Ruling his own little fiefdom he tenders no forgiving
For his egotistical suffering we all lack a defense
Dread reigns over the misfortunate forced to placate
To sniveling antics masked by trivial favor
T’is he who finds comfort through misery he creates
In the lives he touches with contrived vigor
Fearful Little Man
Sizing his position; his wife in the bell tower
Chivalry reverberates alongside words of a virtual poet
Contracts he makes with her; little promises he may require
Shall his interpretation of verse divulge his lowest
Upon a jesters court to be judged and sentenced
Dungeons for his duty bound wife to submit to his crown
Truth in love’s chamber stratified, naught to be found
In fear of his remittance jealousy prevails against peace
Small begets now his profile in the eye of his characters
Drama underwrites his irrational suspicion to the undertaken
Barren lay the soil for which he casts his small shadow
Death to loves’ flower they be unearthed and in tatters
In fearful jealousy over things he thinks matter
Time’s Effect on Love
He was a lad of passion without direction
She a mischievous lass too unaware of his affection
Both attuned to emotions borne of physical attraction
Neither aware of the movements of their star’s constellations
Fleet footed was time; the sand ran out on their passions
Not clock nor calendar would not bear witness to measure
Manifestations of man could not mark the buried treasure
No stage for drama, father time stands still at his leisure
Universal love: a manifold of God and destiny, separate or together
Time is rendered no more when love unties man’s dramatic tether
Whoa to a young love, untouched that witnessed no conclusion
Time is directly proportional to the space between the illusions
A phenomena that can only exist when joined with ego’s assumptions
Where there are none, innocence prevails over opinions
Love may prevail over the commands of another’s objections
He who may contrive that from innocence come evil, find his error
When lost on the sea of love, reach for your moral compass
Love not of romance but of a life worth living...with meaning
Where purpose in the presence of divine order reign over ego
Hold true its course through the storms of he with jealous contempt
