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SHAKSPER 2000: Roth on Verse
From: Hardy M. Cook (editor@ws.bowiestate.edu) Date: 12/11/00
The Shakespeare Conference: SHK 11.2297 Monday, 10 December 2000 From: Werner Brönnimann <Werner.Broennimann@unibas.ch> Date: Saturday, 09 Dec 2000 17:52:08 +0000 Subject: Roth on Verse In Philip Roth's "I Married a Communist", p. 302, we can find a detailed analysis of the insistent and obsessive afterlife of Shakespearean sounds: 'And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.' Line of prose. Recogonize it? From the last act of Twelfth Night. Feste the clown, to Malvolio, just before Feste sings that lovely song, before he sings, 'A great while ago the world begun, / With hey ho, the wind and the rain,' and the play is over. I couldn't get that line out of my head. 'And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.' Those cryptogrammic g's, the subtlety of their deintenisification--those hard g's in 'whirligig' followed by the nasalized g of 'brings' followed by the soft g of 'revenges.' Those terminal s's..., thus brings his revenges. The hissing surprise of the plural noun 'revenges.' Guhh. Juhh. Zuhh. Consonants sticking into me like needles. And the pulsating vowels, the rising tide of their pitch--engulfed by that. The low-pitched vowels giving way to the high-pitched vowels. The bass and tenor vowels giving way to the alto vowels. The assertive lengthening of the vowel i just before the rhythm shifts from iambic to trochaic and the prose pounds round the turn for the stretch. Short i, short i, long i. Short i, short i, short i, boom! Revenges. Brings in his revenges. HIS revenges. Sibilated. Hizzzzzuh! Driving back to Newark with Ira's weapons in my car, those ten words, the phonetic webbing, the blanket omniscience... I felt I was being aspyhxiated inside Shakespeare. Going out for air, Werner Brönnimann Basel U
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