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William Shakespeare
The Most Excellent and Lamentable Tragedy of Romeo and
Juliet (Act 2, Scene 2)
ROMEO [coming forward]
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
[Enter Juliet aloft]
It is my lady, O, it is my love.
O that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
JULIET Ay me.
ROMEO (aside)
She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel; for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a wingd messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturnd wond'ring eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-passing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
JULIET [not knowing Romeo hears her]
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name,
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
ROMEO (aside)
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
JULIET
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
ROMEO (to Juliet) I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love and I'll be new baptized.
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
JULIET
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?
ROMEO
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
JULIET
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
ROMEO
Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike
[in WSCO, p. 345]
William Shakespeare
Sonnet CXXXV
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
And Will to boot, and Will in overplus.
More than enough am I that vex thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
The sea all water, yet receives rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in Will, add to thy Will
One will of mine, to make thy large Will more.
Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill;
Think all but one, and me in that one Will.
[in WSCO, p. 767]
William Shakespeare
Sonnet CXXXVI
If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will,
And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;
Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
Will will fulfil the treasure of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
In things of great receipt with ease we prove
Among a number one is reckoned none.
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Though in thy stores' account I one must be;
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me a something, sweet, to thee.
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lov'st me for my name is Will.
[in WSCO, p. 136]
Vasile Voiculescu
CLXX (16)
The seed of timelessness, my love, 's the word.
Eternity hides in a moment's shell,
Like in an egg the wingd flight doth dwell,
Till comes the time to rise high out the bird.
Thy only name, heralding liberty,
Broke age and world alike; closed in their night,
Did love's live eagle from the rests burst free,
With golden claws to haul us to the height.
Who to our soul these magic keys did lend?
Alike in beauty and in genius twin,
Of thought eternal we disclosed the land,
Returned to moulds supreme that urge us in,
From our decay, to the first pureness felt,
In white, divine voluptuousness to melt.
(1955) [English version by Cristina Ttaru; in SLFS, p. 49]
Vasile Voiculescu
CLXXXIII (29)
We always beg from life years without end,
Rebelling we deplore our frailty's doom
But, without love, we still don't understand
That Time will fade in us, like a torn bloom.
Broken from timelessness, it asks to own.
A land alike where its frail graft to set.
With ice it's welcomed, planted on grit-stone,
When Love's the sole eternity we'll get.
In vain now angerst, throw'st me 'way so scoffed,
Love's miracles no limits have at all.
The way Lazarus heard commandments soft,
At any place or time my name shouldst call,
Even in grave, the tombstone upon me
I still will rise from death to run to thee.
(1955) [English version by Cristina Ttaru; in SLFS, p. 77]
Wisdom
A good name is better than fine perfume,
and the day of death better than the day of birth.
2
It is better to go to a house of mourning
than to go to a house of feasting,
for death is the destiny of every man;
the living should take this to heart.
3
Sorrow is better than laughter,
because a sad face is good for the heart.
4
The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning,
but the heart of fools is in the house of pleasure.
5
It is better to heed a wise man's rebuke
than to listen to the song of fools.
6
Like the crackling of thorns under the pot,
so is the laughter of fools.
This too is meaningless.
(Ecclesiastes 7:1-6) [in HB, pp.723-724]
Lewis Carroll
Through the Looking Glass
Chapter VI. Humpty Dumpty
HOWEVER, the egg only got larger and larger, and more and
more human: when she had come within a few yards of it, she
saw that it had eyes and a nose and mouth; and, when she had
come close to it, she saw clearly that it was HUMPTY DUMPTY
himself. `It can't be anybody else!' she said to herself. `I'm as
certain of it, as if his name were written all over his face!'
It might have been written a hundred times, easily, on that
enormous face. Humpty Dumpty was sitting, with his legs crossed
like a Turk, on the top of a high wall -- such a narrow one that
Alice quite wondered how he could keep his balance -- and, as his
eyes were steadily fixed in the opposite direction, and he didn't
take the least notice of her, she thought he must be a stuffed
figure, after all.
`And how exactly like an egg he is!' she said aloud, standing with
her hands ready to catch him, for she was every moment
expecting him to fall.
A WORD is dead
When it is said
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
(from CPED (1924); Part One: Life)
Charles Dickens
Great Expectations
Chapter 1
My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name
Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer
or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be
called Pip.
I give Pirrip as my father's family name, on the authority of his
tombstone and my sister Mrs Joe Gargery, who married the
blacksmith. As I never saw my father or my mother, and never
saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before
the days of photographs), my first fancies regarding what they
were like, were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The
shape of the letters on my father's, gave me an odd idea that he
was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair. From the
character and turn of the inscription, 'Also Georgiana Wife of the
Above,' I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled
and sickly. To five little stone lozenges, each about a foot and a
half long which were arranged in a neat row beside their grave,
and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine
who gave up trying to get a living, exceedingly early in that
universal struggle I am indebted for a belief I religiously
entertained that they had all been born on their backs with their
hands in their trousers-pockets, and had never taken them out in
this state of existence.
Gertrude Stein
Poetry and Grammar1
Words have to do everything in poetry and prose and some
writers write more in articles and prepositions and some say you
should write in nouns, and of course one has to think of
knows how to use them will always have the pleasure that using
something that is varied and alive can give. This is what articles
are.
Beside that there are conjunctions, and a conjunction is not
varied but it has a force that need not make any one feel that they
are dull. Conjunctions have made themselves live by their work.
They work and as they work they live and even when they do not
work and in these day they do not always live by work still
nevertheless they do live.
So you see why I like to write with prepositions and
conjunctions and articles and verbs and adverbs but not with
nouns and adjectives. If you read my writing you will you do see
what I mean.
Of course then there are pronouns. Pronouns are not as bad
as nouns because in the first place practically they cannot have
adjectives go with them. That already makes them better than
nouns.
Then beside not being able to have adjectives go with them,
they of course are not really the name of anything. They represent
some one but they are not its or his name. In not being his or its or
her name they already have a greater possibility of being
something than if they were as a noun is the name of anything.
Now actual given names of people are more lively than nouns
which are the name of anything and I suppose that this is because
after all the name is only given to that person when they are born,
there is at least the element of choice even the element of change
and anybody can be pretty well able to do what they like, they may
be born Walter and become Hub, in such a way they are not like a
noun. A noun has been the name of something for such a very
long time.
That is the reason that slang exists it is to change the nouns
which have been names for so long. I say again. Verbs and
adverbs and articles and conjunctions and prepositions are lively
because they all do something and as long as anything does
something it keeps alive.
1
Excerpted from the essay with this title in Lectures in America, 1935.
[in NR, pp. 86-89]
T.S. Eliot
The Naming of Cats
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
[in CPPTSE, p. 209]
To Alan Michell
Vixi duellis nuper idoneus
Et militavi non sine gloria
I. NAMING OF PARTS
To-day we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
We had daily cleaning. And to-morrow morning,
We shall have what to do after firing. But to-day,
To-day we have naming of parts. Japonica
Glistens like coral in all of the neighboring gardens,
And to-day we have naming of parts.
This is the lower sling swivel. And this
Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,
When you are given your slings. And this is the piling swivel,
Which in your case you have not got. The branches
Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
Which in our case we have not got.
This is the safety-catch, which is always released
With an easy flick of the thumb. And please do not let me
See anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy
If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms
Are fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see
Any of them using their finger.
And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this
Is to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it
Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this
Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards
The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
They call it easing the Spring.
They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy
If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,
And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,
Which in our case we have not got; and the almond-blossom
Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and
forwards,
For to-day we have naming of parts.
[New Statesman and Nation 24, no. 598 (8 August 1942): 92.]
Bob Dylan
Man Gave Names to All the Animals
Tom Leonard
Unrelated Incidents
(2)
ifyi stull
huvny
wurkt oot
thi diffrince tween
yir eyes
n
yir ears;
geez peace,
pal!
fyi stull
huvny
thoata langwij izza
sound-system;
fyi huvny
hudda thingk
aboot thi dif
frince tween
sound
n object n
symbol; well,
ma innocent
wee
friend iz
god said ti
adam:
a doant kerr
fyi caw it
an apple
ur
an aippl
jist leeit
alane!
[in IV, p. 87]
Yann Martel
Life of Pi
CHAPTER 5
My name isnt the end of the story about my name. When your
name is Bob no one asks you, How do you spell that? Not so
with Piscine Molitor Patel.
Some thought it was P. Singh and that I was a Sikh, and they
wondered why I wasnt wearing a turban.
In my university days I visited Montreal once with some
friends. It fell to me to order pizzas one night. I couldnt bear to
have yet another French speaker guffawing at my name, so when
the man on the phone asked, Can I ave your name? I said, I
am who I am. Half an hour later two pizzas arrived for Ian
Hoolihan.
It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so
profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our
names. Witness Simon who is called Peter, Matthew also known
as Levi, Nathaniel who is also Bartholomew, Judas, not Iscariot,
who took the name Thaddeus, Simeon who went by Niger, Saul
who became Paul.
James Berry
Isn't my name magical?
Nobody can see my name on me.
My name is inside
and all over me, unseen
like other people also keep it.
Isn't my name magical?
My name is mine only.
It tells I am individual,
the one person it shakes
when I'm wanted.
Even if someone else answers
for me, my message hangs in air
haunting others, till it stops
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Mary
Linda
Pat
Peter
creative
independent
honest
candid
Barbara
Doreen
Howard
Glenn
reflective
thoughtful
secretive
serious
Diana
Doug
Joe
Sarah
diplomatic
idealistic
passive
sensitive
Betty
Eric
Terry
Jim
ambitious
restless
promotional
analytical
Abbreviations
CPED The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
CPPTSE The Complete Poems and Plays of T.S. Eliot
HB Holy Bible
IV Intimate Voices. Selected Work 1965-1983
KP Kabalarian Philosophy
NR The Norton Reader
SLFS Ultimele sonete nchipuite ale lui Shakespeare n traducere
imaginar de V. Voiculescu / Shakespeare's Last Fancied Sonnets in
V. Voiculescu's Imaginary Translation
WSCO William Shakespeare. The Complete Works