“Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she (dear she) might take some pleasure of my pain:
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe,
Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain:
Oft turning others’ leaves to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sun-burned brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting Invention’s stay,
Invention, Nature’s child, fled step-dame Study’s blows,
And others’ feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite,
‘Fool’ said my Muse to me, ‘look in thy heart and write.'”
– Astrophel & Stella, Philip Sidney, Sonnet I.
“The best moments in reading are when you come across something — a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things — that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come out and taken yours.” – The History Boys, Alan Bennett.
Alan Bennett shows the way I feel about the first sonnet from Sidney’s Astrophel & Stella. I’ve reached a point where I have lots of things in my head and I’d like to write them somewhere other than a diary, which I’ve always been far too lazy to write. So for goodness’ sake, I should get on with it and write. I can’t promise funniness (though, seeing as nobody has a sense of humour more like my own than me, I do find myself pretty funny) or any beliefs you’ll agree with; you might find this blog vacuous and boring, for which I apologise, but when my head is less vacuous and boring so too will this blog be.