meaning of all the world's a stage (a speech from the play As You Like It) (not a poem unless it's found poetry)
We live a preordained, fated life, in which we are actors or players, merely following scripts, much as we like to think that we are living individual, independent, unique existences.
Then there is the listing of our main acts from birth to death.
The monologue pulls the rug out from under us. we need to be humble as we're not particularly important, many others are doing exactly what we are.
In addition, our experiences, pleasures and pains, however real they may be, may just be for the fun of someone behind the "fourth wall" of the stage, behind which is the audience. even the pleasure felt in writing this exegesis is then scripted.
The player is described in isolation. In real life there are many interactions with many predictable results and a few unpredictable ones. Advances in psychology show that most personality traits and types and their interactions are in finite variation, many unforseen by laymen, thus taken to be unique experiences. At a higher level, the vast majority of it all follows scripts describable in a paragraph or two, filling out this monologue even further. There will, of course, be a minority of outliers, people and etiology. Details WILL differ, such as Laurence Olivier's understated, sensitive, introspective Hamlet versus Mel Gibson's raw, troubled portrayal.
finally, there are modern day plays with the same thesis such as the film "The Matrix", in which Neo finds out that his entire life is a computer generated confabulation. there is another scene in the same film about fate:
I'd ask you to sit down, but
you're not going to anyway. And
don't worry about the vase.
He turns to look around and his elbow knocks a VASE from
the table. It BREAKS against the linoleum floor.
How did you know...?
She sets the cookie tray on a wooden hot-pad.
What's really going to bake your
noodle later on is, would you
still have broken it if I hadn't
I would interpret it to mean that 'nothing is permanent'. Everything is changing and so nothing is really important. We are just playing a role, the role of a boy, man, soldier ....whatever.
A higher level interpretation would be to not take life too seriously as its only a stage & we are mere players. However that is not a possible interpretation for the character Jaques who says the speech. He is chronically depressed and takes everything too seriously. So I think we can throw this interpretation out.
Well, why it means so much to the poet we can't know for sure, because we are not him... but in the poem, it seems that he remembers the high grass because it was the setting where he actually got to communicate with his father. In the poem, the image stands out because it is near the end of the first stanza, the seeming culmination of all the things that we have been told to that point in the poem are focused in that moment... talking to his father in the tall grass. It also stands out because the second and final stanza is basically all about the regret that that moment is gone. A copy of the poem online is here: http://www.irishcultureandcustoms.com/Poetry/Durcan.html
Emma Lazarus yw :3 ive been searching for it for a long time .-.
No individual made poetry, just as no individual invented Chinese.
the kinds of peotry is orland kyle pogi is handsome and gwapo ..
and kimploy is onggoy..