Author Archives: ktrammel

Of His Bones Recipe for “Double, Double Toil and Trouble” A Morsel of Dust The Lifting Shroud Incantation of Confounding When They Appear How It Seems in the Shadow What Comes this Way?    

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a … Continue reading →

A mote it is to trouble the mind’s eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome,  A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman … Continue reading →

Up and down, up and down, I will lead them up and down:  I am fear’d in field and town: Goblin, lead them up and down. -Puck A Midsummer Night’s Dream Act III, Scene 2

My fairy lord, this must be done with haste, For night’s swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger; At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to churchyards: damned spirits all, That in … Continue reading →

Gravedigger’s scene from Hamlet, Shakespeare HAMLET How long will a man lie i’ the earth ere he rot? First Clown I’ faith, if he be not rotten before he die–as we have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will scarce hold … Continue reading →

A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 WITCH.  Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d. 2 WITCH.  Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin’d. 3 WITCH.  Harpier cries:—’tis time! ’tis time! 1 WITCH.  Round about the caldron go; In … Continue reading →