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A Little Bit of Drama

A Little Bit of Drama

By Robert Walker
A Little Bit of Drama is about all things drama, with a focus on performances of great monologues and poetry.
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#12: How Do I love Thee? (Sonnet 43) - by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.   I love thee to the depth and breadth and height   My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight   For the ends of being and ideal grace.   I love thee to the level of every day’s   Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.   I love thee freely, as men strive for right;   I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.   I love thee with the passion put to use   In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.   I love thee with a love I seemed to lose   With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,   Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,   I shall but love thee better after death.      …..   Eposide: https://robertwalker.blog/pod12  
01:13
June 02, 2022
#11: She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways - by William Wordsworth
She dwelt among the untrodden ways   Besides the spring of Dove,   A Maid whom there were none to praise   And very few to love:      A violet by a mossy stone   Half hidden from the eye!   —Fair as a star, when only one   Is shining in the sky.      She lived unknown, and few could know   When Lucy ceased to be;   But she is in her grave, and, oh,   The difference to me!      …..   Episode: https://robertwalker.blog/pod11  
00:52
January 22, 2022
#10: Episode 2 - Poems
DAWN   Dead shadows dance in the night   yearning for the dawn.   Cold and forgotten walking scars,   drained by decay,   wasted by time,   stretch out,   hungered and blurred,   to a spark ignited,   climbing,   rising from the ground.   From the last depths,   rays of hope entwine in the sky,   kissing the hills;   breathing new life   and wonders layered in light.   Naked with joy, a new day, a new world is born.      THE OUTER VIEW   Beneath a mountain of tedium,   In a dull ugly system,   In an empty ocean of shadows,   Is a silhouette of pure fire heat   Drifting in the dark.   All I wanted was the wind;   The wind murmured with anticipation,   The grass turned to icy grey,   A fine mist fell,   And with the mist came my sorrow   Cooling my body   With her thousand kisses,   Leaving me there.   I am surrounded by ice crystals   floating down through silence   into soft glowing snow.   The only sound is the pulse of my breathing.   As the sun sleeps,   how many hearts are dreaming,   when the world stands still.    …..   Episode: https://robertwalker.blog/pod10  
02:45
September 25, 2021
#9: The Outer View - by Robert Walker
Beneath a mountain of tedium,   In a dull ugly system,   In an empty ocean of shadows,   Is a silhouette of pure fire heat   Drifting in the dark.   All I wanted was the wind;   The wind murmured with anticipation,   The grass turned to icy grey,   A fine mist fell,   And with the mist came my sorrow   Cooling my body   With her thousand kisses,   Leaving me there.   I am surrounded by ice crystals   floating down through silence   into soft glowing snow.   The only sound is the pulse of my breathing.   As the sun sleeps,   how many hearts are dreaming,   when the world stands still.      .....   Episode: https://robertwalker.blog/pod9  
01:22
September 24, 2021
#8: "To be, or not to be", Hamlet in Hamlet by William Shakespeare (Act 3, Scene 1)
To be, or not to be, that is the question:   Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer   The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,   Or to take arms against a sea of troubles   And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,   No more; and by a sleep to say we end   The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks   That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation   Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;   To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:   For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,   When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,   Must give us pause—there's the respect   That makes calamity of so long life.   For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,   Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,   The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,   The insolence of office, and the spurns   That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,   When he himself might his quietus make   With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,   To grunt and sweat under a weary life,   But that the dread of something after death,   The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn   No traveller returns, puzzles the will,   And makes us rather bear those ills we have   Than fly to others that we know not of?   Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,   And thus the native hue of resolution   Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,   And enterprises of great pith and moment   With this regard their currents turn awry   And lose the name of action.      .....   Episode: https://robertwalker.blog/pod8  
03:54
September 22, 2021
#7: Jabberwocky - by Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves   Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;   All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.      "Beware the Jabberwock, my son   The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!   Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun   The frumious Bandersnatch!"      He took his vorpal sword in hand;   Long time the manxome foe he sought—   So rested he by the Tumtum tree,   And stood awhile in thought.      And, as in uffish thought he stood,   The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,   Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,   And burbled as it came!      One, two! One, two! And through and through   The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!   He left it dead, and with its head   He went galumphing back.      "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?   Come to my arms, my beamish boy!   O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"   He chortled in his joy.      'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves   Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;   All mimsy were the borogoves,   And the mome raths outgrabe.      .....   Episode: https://robertwalker.blog/pod7  
01:56
July 17, 2021
#6: Dawn - by Robert Walker
Dead shadows dance in the night   yearning for the dawn;   Cold and forgotten walking scars,   drained by decay,   wasted by time,   stretch out,   hungered and blurred,   to a spark ignited,   climbing,   rising from the ground;   From the last depths,   rays of hope entwine in the sky,   kissing the hills,   breathing new life   and wonders layered in light.   Naked with joy, a new day, a new world is born.      Excerpts:   Amazing Grace by John Newton.   The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.      .....   Episode: https://robertwalker.blog/pod6  
01:32
April 01, 2021
#5: Sonnet 129 - “Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame” by William Shakespeare
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame   Is lust in action; and till action, lust   Is perjured, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,   Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,   Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight,   Past reason hunted; and, no sooner had   Past reason hated as a swallowed bait   On purpose laid to make the taker mad;   Mad in pursuit and in possession so,   Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;   A bliss in proof and proved, a very woe;   Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.   All this the world well knows; yet none knows well   To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.      .....   Episode: https://robertwalker.blog/pod5  
01:45
October 18, 2020
#4: Sonnet 29 - “When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes” by William Shakespeare
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,   I all alone beweep my outcast state,   And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,   And look upon myself and curse my fate,   Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,   Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,   Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,   With what I most enjoy contented least;   Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,   Haply I think on thee, and then my state,   (Like to the lark at break of day arising   From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;   For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings   That then I scorn to change my state with kings.      .....   Episode: https://robertwalker.blog/pod4  
01:30
September 10, 2020
#3: Episode 1 - Intro
Excerpts (in order of appearance):   Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare.   Hamlet in Hamlet by William Shakespeare.   Antony in Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare.   Iago in Othello by William Shakespeare.   Mike in West by Steven Berkoff.      Music:   Night Eyes: https://youtu.be/IkLQJnXHj5E   Play Me Again: https://youtu.be/PoPdSDGUASU   Come Take It All: https://youtu.be/ajJVdmp9-s8      .....   Episode: https://robertwalker.blog/pod3  
08:14
August 13, 2020
#2: “I hate the Moor”, Iago in Othello by William Shakespeare (Act 1, Scene 3)
I hate the Moor:   And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets   He has done my office: I know not if't be true;    But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,   Will do as if for surety. He holds me well;   The better shall my purpose work on him.   Cassio's a proper man: let me see now:   To get his place and to plume up my will   In double knavery—How, how? Let's see:—   After some time, to abuse Othello's ear   That he is too familiar with his wife.   He hath a person and a smooth dispose   To be suspected, framed to make women false.   The Moor is of a free and open nature,   That thinks men honest that but seem to be so,   And will as tenderly be led by the nose   As asses are.   I have't. It is engender'd. Hell and night   Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.      .....   Episode: https://robertwalker.blog/pod2  
02:00
August 07, 2020
#1: “Friends, Romans, countrymen”, Antony in Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare (Act 3, Scene 2)
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.   I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.   The evil that men do lives after them;   The good is oft interred with their bones;   So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus   Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.   If it were so, it was a grievous fault,   And grievously hath Caesar answered it.   Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest   (For Brutus is an honourable man;   So are they all, all honourable men),   Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.   He was my friend, faithful and just to me,   But Brutus says he was ambitious,   And Brutus is an honourable man.   He hath brought many captives home to Rome,   Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.   Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?   When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;   Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.   Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,   And Brutus is an honourable man.   You all did see that on the Lupercal   I thrice presented him a kingly crown,   Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?   Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,   And, sure, he is an honourable man.   I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,   But here I am to speak what I do know.   You all did love him once, not without cause.   What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him?   O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,   And men have lost their reason! - Bear with me;   My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,   And I must pause till it come back to me.      …..   Episode: https://robertwalker.blog/pod1  
03:09
August 05, 2020