Thanks!?

From jigging veins of rhyming mother-wits,
And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay,
We’ll lead you to the stately tent of war,
Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine
Threatening the world with high astounding terms,
And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.
View but his picture in this tragic glass,
And then applaud his fortunes as you please.

… I give you the pre-eminent Elizabethan dramatist.

Found this really too tough for a morning commute and gave up sorry Tees but thanks B&J for the explanations

Thanks Tees for dropping in but we think we’ll pass on Marlowe before bedtime!

It’s some cultural festival or other this year you see, although no-one could really tell you why, other than the obvious fact that all things English are ‘good’ in the year of the Olympics (TM). But around the time I’d blagged my way into a place of higher education, Deconstruction was all the rage, Jacqueses Lacan and Derrida ruling the roost along with Roland Barthes, Paul de Man, Harold Bloom (whose brilliant deconstructive work The Anxiety of Influence – which is about amongst other things the effects of Shaks and Milton on the Romantics – I simply must recommend, dahlings), and only old squares (New Critics and those awful Leavisites) liked the ‘heritage of Shakespeare’ mythology. All us moderns thought him an old fraud and a racist colonialist. And the Queen’s Number One Bumlicker. When she karked he didn’t really know which way to go, so his plays became more ‘ambiguous’. Or ‘even worse’.

Anyway, cheers to you all. Have a gay night. And read some Marlowe before bedtime.