When I read about the death of the Pinta Island Tortoise Lonesome George and the species unfortunate extinction, I thought “what a tragedy.”
When I saw his picture, I thought “ … by Shakespeare”.
Not only does George wind up dead at the end of the tale (a major requirement in any downer by the Bard), but he’s probably misunderstood and totally delusional. After all, wouldn’t you be?
Imagine – everyone around George hesitates to put it into words, but they look at him with a profound sense of pity. He is, after all, the last of his kind. They try to make his sad predicament more bearable by providing the company of one or more Lady Tortoises, but George feigns a lack of interest. He is actually quite randy, as old tortoises go, but he is waiting. Only another Pinta Island Tortoise can win his love.
Although there is this ONE she-tortoise, Gregarious Jane, who looks pretty good … great, in fact. But George cannot allow himself to fall in love because his responsibility is to the ages.
It breaks his heart, but he must remain available in case another Pinta Island Tortoise comes along. What are the chances? Almost nil, and yet …
Meanwhile, the Lady Jane confides to her (hilarious) Reptile-in-Waiting MeShell that she IS, in fact, a certified, pedigreed P.I.T., but she forbids anyone to mention it to George because she does not want to be loved only as a means to forestall extinction. If he can’t love her for who she is without regard for the effect it might have on posterity, well … maybe it’s better that the species disappears forever.
Lovers always think the world revolves around them!
Hmmm. Now that I consider it, there could be some silly hijinks, a bit of cross-dressing and a little mistaken identity back-and-forth with various characters hiding in their shells while other tortoises parade across the stage and talk as if no one else is in the room … and it could wind up as a comedy after all.
But George and Jane would have to realize their true identities and see that they are, in fact, right for one another.
But no. He dies. So alas, it’s a tragedy. Unless you have a better idea.
What ho! Supply a character, a line, or some story element for your version of Shakespeare’s “The Tragedy (or Comedy) of Lonesome George”.
love, a sad and sorry nectar and a momentary bliss encouraging one to commit to a binding and lasting sorrow and malcontent based on the notion that integrity and fervor that are felt in the moment can be continued and maintained beyond the flickering light and lead to a lifetime of contentment that will feed the soul and bear the fruit of friendship and fulfillment ending the search for the soulmate we all dream of and in believing loose the essence of ones true self in an effort to compromise the soul and become the partner one aspires to and the other expects losing the joy of self and the celebration of being in the midst of the charade never again to realize the purity of truth for its own sake and the totallity of oneness that can be enjoyed in the encasement of ones own shell.
passion, that soul central desire of the ages that causes minds to be eclipsed by synapsing neurons of chemistry embedded by a cruel and sadistic maker to continue this unhappy epic search of perfection which will be proclaimed a joke played by a timeless hormone surge inherited from our forefathers whose shells ached with the same disappointments and cried over the same shortcomings in this swamp of momentary delusion we call life.
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Whew! How can you do that at 6:48 a.m.? Wonderful, tim.
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Is there an emoticon for “I’m speechless”?
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Nice.
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tim, you take my breath away.
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I was betting on the blog being about the leap second.
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http://www.hindustantimes.com/technology/Chunk-HT-UI-Technology-OtherStories/Extra-second-on-June-30-brings-down-websites-globally/SP-Article1-882017.aspx
but how do you build a shakespeare story around a leap second?
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Isn’t there always a twin or younger brother who no one knew about who will show up and woo Lady Jane so they can perpetuate the species?
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If we turtles have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended
That you have but lumbered here
Whilst these ladies did appear
And this weak and shell-filled theme,
No more yielding than ice cream
Humans, do not make us soup
Else we might decide to poop
And as I am an honest Tort
If we are still a stinky sort
Now to ‘scape a chef’s roulade
We will be tortuga shade
Else the George a liar call
So ta-ta unto you all
Give me your claws, if we be pals
And Lonesome will love up the gals
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a masterpiece anna
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…and this at 7:51! Bravo, Anna.
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funn-ee
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“Midsummer” is a favorite of mine – during my (blessedly) brief career onstage, it was one of the shows I was in. Puck’s epilogue just begs to be played with, really…
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It shows well done
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Awestruck! Nice work, Anna.
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Passing cleaver!
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O, Jane that hath a heart of that fine frame
To pay this debt of love but to a species,
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft
Hath kill’d me off, her flock of all affections else
That live in her; when liver, brain and heart,
These sovereign thrones, are all shriveled, and unfulfill’d
Her sweet perfections gone with my one self!
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:
Death-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.
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fun reading the shakespeare scholars tributes to the bard on the blog
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And VS too! What are you guys drinking this morning?
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another
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Lovely, vs.
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Elegant!
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I see a lot of slow movements (blocking). “…tortoises parade…”? Well, parading slowly…
OT: saw John Prine here Saturday night. It was the last show of this leg of the tour and he played for a solid two hours. At the end, he introduced the crew, including one crew member who played mandolin for the last song. He got younger as the show went on.
It was a rowdy crowd– not counting ourselves. People were very enthused. Including the drunk lady that tried to get onstage, slipped as she stepped over the railing before security could get there, and then sat there for awhile before getting down. And as John finished the song he came downstage and gave her a kiss.
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i saw him last time he was in minneapolis and he hasnt faded he has aged. the view on the songs he wrote 40 years ago and the ones since are inspirational.
well your flag decals wont get you into heaven anymore,
theyre already overflowing form your dirty little war.
jesus dont like killin no matter what the reasons are
and you flag decals wont get you into heaven any more
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Did you ever get the feeling that the world was a tuxedo and you were a pair of brown shoes?
George Gobel
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/g/georgegobe388646.html#Zy4O4r9OAIDkVe6r.99
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He’s who I think of when I hear when I hear “Lonesome George” – loved his variety show, it’s where Carol Burnett got her start.
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Ooh wait, that was Gary Moore.
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gary moore was whats my line bowtie
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A Tortoise, one Tortoise, last Tortoise. Creeps along his petty pace from day to day. The last spiral of this DNA. And all his yesterdays have lighted his way to solitary death. Gone, gone his species. No more seen his crawling foot treads. Ancient reptile who strutted and fretted his time upon across the sand and now is seen no more. It is a parable told by ecology, an empty carapace, holding nothing.
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bravo de bleu. i posted earlier but between anonymous status and other challenges i failed to applaud as intended. prey continue with thy artful snappy patter and cynicism that marks thy posts. thou art the lord of the artful retort and thy melancholy retorts are well noted and blogfully appreciated.
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Lovely!
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Oops… this belonged to Clyde’s post!
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What ho! indeed, Dale. 🙂
“What light from yonder watering hole breaks?”
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🙂
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’tis the muck, and Jane the mud…
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that was supposed to be in response to BiR…oops…
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Wow! You guys are remarkable! I’ll offer a little Cole Porter since I’m too young to be expected to be very familiar with Shakespeare.
Too darn dead
Too darn dead
I’d like to croon for my baby tonight
And even spoon with my baby tonight
I’d like to croon for my baby tonight
Shoot for the moon with my baby tonight
But I’d be a prune for my baby tonight
Cause I’m too darn dead
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Hilarious, Donna! But what the heck do you mean “too young to be expected to be very familiar with Shakespeare”? As if some of us went to school with him. Come to think of it, Steve might have?
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Pretty sure Shakespeare did not go to school in Ames, Iowa (where Steve grew up).
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Details, details….
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One of the best kept secrets about Ames, Iowa is that William Shakespeare spent one school year in Ames as an exchange student. During his stay, his best friend was a young man named Steve Grooms.
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When I was a kid in high school, Shakespeare was a rowdy college student who was infamous for getting drunk and tossing off silly quotes. “Is this a keg I see before me?” Lines like that. “Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant just get bombed out of their skulls.” He majored in British history, which meant he never had to go to class.
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Somehow I suspected this. Steve the Ageless, or is it Steve the Timeless?
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We have the scholars and then we have Donna
Gonna be a lovely summer nice to have you back
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Thanks … me thinkest.
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I have been me, anonymous and then me again today
Harry potter blog versuon
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Donna, you’re sizzling. 😉
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To clone, or not to clone, that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler through the magic of modern science to reverse the fate of Lonesome George and resurrect him: to die, to sleep
no more; and by modern technology, we end the heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to?
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Snort – brava!
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Excellent!
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Wondrous, forsooth!
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Do we really have the right to intercede in George’s obvious commitment and resolve to end this toil of reptilian plight. To sleep perchance to dream of galopogos in the days of youth, before the gasoline engine before pigs and goats decimated the salad bar that was the galopogos prior known. If he were a mosquito his resolve to protest the slings and arrows of what had been bequithed to his ilk would have lasted 24 hours and gone unnoticed but being patient and tortiscular in his resolve to maintain his vigil with no korvorkian bent it did 143 years longer take and to undermine that unequivocable stand and make his abstained vote be the only one that mattered to his spices. Man plunders invades imprisons and wants to adapt the anguish to appear heroic. Too late. Bring him back to what?
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Methinks thou doth protest too much! Both here and hence pursue us lasting strife. There is special providence in the fall of a tortoise. True is it that we have seen better days, yet I have seen a medicine that’s able to breathe life into a dead tortoise. Ask not back to what or wherefore, ask why not!
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if option it be then so it shall occur methinks
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I know a bank where the DNA stows,
Where the good Dr. Kyle greenly glows,
Quite ready to compound George on a vine,
At Genway soon: tortoise-flavored eglantine.
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Wow.
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Perfect
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Returning from a week away and much mental downtime, I’m blown away by Wm’s descendents musing upon George’s fate. Rampant cleaverness.
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back in time for the 4th of july break. well planned
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I trust you had a good time at camp… would probably be a tale worthy of a guest post?
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Get thee to a hatchery.
Cry Havoc and let slip the tortoises of war.
In, in damn appendages.
Et tu, Geochelone abingdoni.
By the pricking of his shell, nothing erotic rang his bell.
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shakespearian smoorgasboard with a torillian twist
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“shakespearian smoorgasboard.” A concept guaranteed to elicit a smile or two!
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The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest have borne most; we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
king lear
god rest you lonesome george. thy
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i always forget to clear prior to hitting the go button. it sometimes inspires me to continue. not this time
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Alas!
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Now cracks a noble shell – Good night, sweet prince,
and bales of turtles plod thee to thy rest.
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hee-hee
may thee fin they daughter’s bear
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thx – he’s gotta be here somewhere. Answers to the name “Chocolate Cub.” 🙂
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Tee hee! Thanks for this. Love this tune. (and it’s so appropriate today)
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i heard one of the turtles was larry mondello on leave it to beaver
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