Tuesday, 2 June 2015

Delight

At university I was given the title 'delight is...' and then an endless possibility of choices, it could be as simple as we wanted. I chose reading Shakespeare, as I explain, I find it truly delightful. 

Delight

     Delight is reading a sonnet by Shakespeare. Reading simply for pleasure; not for study. One should not be made to pull apart a sonnet, until each word bleeds and the sonnet eventually dies. To over analyse a sonnet basically takes all pure meaning, and leaves behind a non-effective structure, which no longer speaks a single word. When reading simply for pleasure, a rhythm presents itself. Shakespeare’s poetry is music; to the open minded. He has the capability to keep a person alive, by implanting their character in to the reader’s mind. Each word he wrote recreates an existence, a thousand times, in each new reader’s imagination. As he once said:
                                     ‘So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
                                     So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.’
            
Death can’t delete the memory of a person or erase them from the past, and as long as they are alive within writing they are still alive within minds.                               
            It is beautiful how each word he wrote never touches a page. They dance together on the tongue and in the mind.
            Only when reading for pleasure, not for study. Not when you have to learn it to gain a GCSE. Delight only comes when you gain purely the pleasure of reading.
            Speak each word; listen to every sound he wrote, to what he captured in each iamb.  That’s when you notice the real beauty of writing. If you give it a chance, it is delightful.