bsh1 Memorial Profile Pick of the Week No. 18- SIC SEMPER TYRRANIS

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  • oromagi
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    SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting above.

    A crowd of people; among them ARTEMIDORUS and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CAESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, METELLUS CIMBER, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others
    CAESAR
    [To the Soothsayer] The ides of March are come.
    Soothsayer
    Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
    ARTEMIDORUS
    Hail, Caesar! read this schedule.
    DECIUS BRUTUS
    Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread,
    At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
    ARTEMIDORUS
    O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit
    That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.
    CAESAR
    What touches us ourself shall be last served.
    ARTEMIDORUS
    Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.
    CAESAR
    What, is the fellow mad?
    PUBLIUS
    Sirrah, give place.
    CASSIUS
    What, urge you your petitions in the street?
    Come to the Capitol.

    CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest following
    POPILIUS
    I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.
    CASSIUS
    What enterprise, Popilius?
    POPILIUS
    Fare you well.

    Advances to CAESAR
    BRUTUS
    What said Popilius Lena?
    CASSIUS
    He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.
    I fear our purpose is discovered.
    BRUTUS
    Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.
    CASSIUS
    Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
    Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
    Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,
    For I will slay myself.
    BRUTUS
    Cassius, be constant:
    Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
    For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.
    CASSIUS
    Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus.
    He draws Mark Antony out of the way.

    Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS
    DECIUS BRUTUS
    Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,
    And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.
    BRUTUS
    He is address'd: press near and second him.
    CINNA
    Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
    CAESAR
    Are we all ready? What is now amiss
    That Caesar and his senate must redress?
    METELLUS CIMBER
    Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,
    Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
    An humble heart,--

    Kneeling
    CAESAR
    I must prevent thee, Cimber.
    These couchings and these lowly courtesies
    Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
    And turn pre-ordinance and first decree
    Into the law of children. Be not fond,
    To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood
    That will be thaw'd from the true quality
    With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
    Low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning.
    Thy brother by decree is banished:
    If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,
    I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
    Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause
    Will he be satisfied.
    METELLUS CIMBER
    Is there no voice more worthy than my own
    To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear
    For the repealing of my banish'd brother?
    BRUTUS
    I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
    Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
    Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
    CAESAR
    What, Brutus!
    CASSIUS
    Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:
    As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
    To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
    CAESAR
    I could be well moved, if I were as you:
    If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
    But I am constant as the northern star,
    Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
    There is no fellow in the firmament.
    The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
    They are all fire and every one doth shine,
    But there's but one in all doth hold his place:
    So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men,
    And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
    Yet in the number I do know but one
    That unassailable holds on his rank,
    Unshaked of motion: and that I am he,
    Let me a little show it, even in this;
    That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
    And constant do remain to keep him so.
    CINNA
    O Caesar,--
    CAESAR
    Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?
    DECIUS BRUTUS
    Great Caesar,--
    CAESAR
    Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
    CASCA
    Speak, hands for me!

    CASCA first, then the other Conspirators and BRUTUS stab CAESAR
    CAESAR
    Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar.

    Dies
    CINNA
    Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
    Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
    CASSIUS
    Some to the common pulpits, and cry out
    'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!'


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    "The Figure of a Man Being Swallowed by a Fish”

    is not a man being swallowed by a fish
    with eyes like eight point throwing stars
    it’s a man being swallowed by a war
    a man being taken into the mouth of a woman
    or being swallowed by his work


    it’s a man traveling far inside a book
    a man being swallowed up in smoke
    he swallows the smoke, that blends around him like a thought
    it’s a man being swallowed by a sound
    he shapes it so he lives inside a song


    of a man being swallowed by his kin, his skin
    a man being swallowed by the State
    (Leviathan in 1948)
    it’s a man being swallowed by another man
    literally, eaten as a pathway to god


    it’s a man being swallowed by a sight
    he cannot reach, cannot touch, cannot trace


    it’s a man who won’t recognize his face
    who can’t fit the parts, or find the place


    it’s a man in triumph over death
    who laughs and beats the dust from his clothes
    a man tasting dust inside the laugh


    it’s a man who listens to the clock
    a man with nothing to exchange
    a rude man, his twin he leaves behind
    it’s a man who wants to be a bride


    a man being swallowed by his fault
    with something old to show and new to hide


    it’s a man who tries to haul the rope
    a man who stooping can’t provide
    a man who can’t forget his name


    it’s a man who doesn’t know his worth
    it’s a man being swallowed by his wrath

    his youth, yield, luck, the law, his fear, the fog, his fame

    it’s a man being swallowed by a coat
    his father’s coat, he smells of the fit
    a man being swallowed by his vows
    it’s a man softly squeezing for the vein
    he never finds it, he’s minding the road


    it’s a man being swallowed by a room
    in which he finds a man being swallowed by a fish
    it’s a man who thinks what’s in a man
    who exits into night at closing time
    the figure of a man being swallowed by a fish.

    -Joshua Weiner
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    The origin of every fortune is a crime.
    The ides of March are a dangerous time.


    The ideas of March originate in wind.
    Madness may spring from a mind that hasn’t sinned.


    The guides of March have scary stories to tell.
    The family money came from a corpse and an oil well.


    The editors of March fly to the moon and bring back April.
    The original sinner has learned to shave and say “I will.”


    You can trace each legacy back to the day
    when the id of March exposed the ego’s feet of clay.


    The dice of March roll on the green felt tabletop.
    The suicides of March drive past the octagonal sign: Stop!


    On the dais of March sit the deceased father and mother.
    Every happy family is different from every other.

    -David Lehman