Inspired by a number of occurences and events — firstly Shakespeare being mentioned in a university workplace stoush about poststructuralism in a newspaper article via Mel’s blog, and secondly the other Mel’s post about Beyonce being Crazy in Love in part in reference to a previous post on event, structure and romance, oh and thirdly the latest Dr Who episode discussed briefly by K-Punk here (they visit Shakespeare), and lastly a fuse blowing at work — here is my “Sonnet #IB”.
Can I compare your multiplicity?
From ideal dialectic crucible,
To fumbling with complexity;
Thou art singular, irreducible.
In delight I sight the grace of your line,
No measure, fair maiden, without fare paid;
Yet, series betwixt signified and sign,
The eternal truth of Kairos wonâ€™t fade.
Your grace in rhythm rotates perspective,
Suturing the chance from contingency.
To be worthy is not an elective,
But willing the truthâ€™s emergen(t)cy!
Fuse blown, instants ago, eyes cannot see,
Spectral shadows as together: you, me.