We
fail?
But screw your courage to the sticking place,
And we'll not fail.
But screw your courage to the sticking place,
And we'll not fail.
Shakespeare`s
Macbeth has haunted me all my life. I first studied it in 1973 for my
English Literature “O” level. It cropped up again when I was
studying Literature and Philosophy some 5 years ago. Its a long time
between being 15 and being 57. Yet the play speaks to me in so many
layered and significant ways Those 42 years between have shown me the
fragility, the weakness, the disturbance, the shadow, the fear and
the dispair that can exist within us all. I have seen all those
features of the Play wherever I have been. I have seen the characters
from Macbeth in the places I have worked , in the political campaigns
and political parties that I have been involved with and with
individuals and outlooks I have come across.. I have felt the dispair
myself at times. At 15 these words struck me and at times the barb
has been deeper
“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 walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
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 walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
The
ambition, the ruthlessness, the bullying I have seen it all. Lady
Macbeth is in all of us. Her ambition hides the emptiness she feels
and we cope with those times by creating the Lady Macbeth Character.
We deny it but it is there
“Glamis
thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
What thou art promis'd. Yet do I fear thy nature,
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way. “
What thou art promis'd. Yet do I fear thy nature,
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way. “
We
rationalise , we hide from ourselves, we say what is done is done and
yet we know iotherwiseHow
now,
“My
lord, why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.”
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.”
Ambition,
allows us to drive ourselves on, Simon
Danczuk had become the witchfinder and fought
with monsters in the abyss. The problem was that the monsters fought
back and the abyss looked into him. The realisation that we are all
broken, all imperfect frightens us. If we turn into Crusaders fearing
and hunting the devil within we hide from our inner fears.
“Stars,
hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
In
2010 sheer ambition led Nick Clegg to become Deputy Prim -minister. He
took his party into destruction and oblivion. Now I hear they cannot
even get a list together in Mid and West Wales where they hold a
regional seat and hold Constituency seats at both Assembly and
Parliamentary level. I was told that their membership was below 2000
in Wales and I note that in South Wales West they have been only able
to find two candidates. What price they have paid and all that Nick
Clegg did was to turn them into a party of Yellow Tories. Shakespeare
could not do better and now they are led by the man of rags and
patches Tim Farron.
Let
me conclude with another two quotes. This is the key to us all and
our salvation to understand one another.
'Oh,
it is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to
exhort and teach the one who suffers” Aeschylus,Prometheus
Bound
“But the worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself; you lie in wait for yourself in caverns and forests. Lonely one, you are going the way to yourself! And your way goes past yourself, and past your seven devils! You will be a heretic to yourself and witch and soothsayer and fool and doubter and unholy one and villain. You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame: how could you become new, if you had not first become ashes?”
Macbeth
tells us of the human condition, it describes the worst we can become
and it is important, frightening and illuminating what it tells me of
others and myself. Particularly of the political world and the
menagerie of individuals we meet there.
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