Marriage

Of course, when I first saw the title for today’s subject in the ongoing saga of Loose Blogging I bethought me of one William Shakespeare’s line’s penned in some sonnet or other. I reproduce them here for the education of those who have never read them before. I say education because Shakespeare’s work is a compulsory part of the English Curriculum. Never mind that this canon is alien to the majority of students in English schools, one might as well impose Goethe in the original German or Tolstoy in the original Russian for all the meaning that Shakespeare’s language has for our young people today. Never mind, it’s Shakespeare so it must be good, must it not?
So here we have

Sonnet Number One Hundred and Sixteen by William Shakespeare:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

Oh, no! it is an ever-fixéd mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come.

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

 

Shakespeare, if indeed he did pen these words himself, begins by stating he should not stand in the way of true love. Love is nor be true if it changes for any reason. It is supposed to be constant, through any and all difficulties. A reference is made that  alludes to the Pole Star that was so important  to sailors in those far off days long before dreams of artificial satellites in Geostationary orbits. And, like the star love is beyond knowledge . Love should not fade with time;in fact, true love lasts forever.  Love is timeless, it lasts forever and is not changed by time, and here we have a suggestion that the object of the love can change.

The last two lines seem to me to be paradoxical . If there is no such thing as true love, Shakespeare says that neither has he ever written, nor has anyone ever experienced true love. However, because the poem has been written, it means that the writer, is right about love.

What is missing from this? I suggest that there should be a reference to the ease with which other passions may me misconstrued as love.

But, look again at the first sentence and ask your self: Is love necessary for the marriage of minds?

When I started to write this it was y intention to move on hastily to another aspect of marriage. Namely: The culinary aspect. An aspect which can bring such delight and pleasure to the mind that there is no need for Master Shakespeare’s words.

I would rather that the culinary arts be made compulsory in our curriculum than force feeding modern urban Youff with language that alienates them.

So, leave Shakespeare out of it and , tell me your favourite marriages of flavours and from which cuisine they hail.

 

Meanwhile clicking on these links may well take you to other thoughts on marriage:Anu, Ashok, Conrad, Delirious, gaelikaa, Noor, Padmini, Ramana, Rohit, The Silver Fox Whispers, The Student Diaries, Will ,Nema, Paul , Plain Joe and Grannymar

 

Advertisements

5 Responses to “Marriage”

  1. blackwatertown Says:

    I’m a doomed/optimistic romantic – so I still hope.

  2. Delirious Says:

    I honestly feel that love isn’t necessary to begin a marriage, but it is necessary for the marriage to last.

  3. Grannymar Says:

    It is a secret, so don’t tell anyone that I told you…
    sliced pear and chocolate spread make a wonderful sandwich! 😉

  4. Rummuser Says:

    The word Love is the most difficult word to define. There are so many shades attached to it and so many ways that it can be expressed in action. I still cannot call what we had for forty years together as husband and wife as love. It was a great deal more than just that and I think that this sentiment is what the bard tries to bring out. Yes, the shortest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and I suppose that the same applies for a man towards his wife. Both of us could and did cook for each other and many others too. Another part of the togetherness that makes marriage work.

  5. padmum Says:

    If music be the food of love, play on;
    Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
    The appetite may sicken, and so die.
    That strain again! it had a dying fall:
    O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound,
    That breathes upon a bank of violets,
    Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
    ‘Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
    O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
    That, notwithstanding thy capacity
    Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
    Of what validity and pitch soe’er,
    But falls into abatement and low price,
    Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
    That it alone is high fantastical.

    The Bard in Twelfth Night

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: