Patrick Chapman, 2020
The Tempest, by William Shakespeare
Playbill for a performance of The Tempest at Drury Lane, Public Advertiser, 20 October 1757
Cast names from the film Forbidden Planet
Consequently, it has the potential to improve
Likewise, it is not the shape of the window after death
But this time, too, as in childhood,
He was the successor to my internal organs:
Compact your basis,
Spark large fire Feed’st
And the famine, there were so many
His enemies will distress you, cruel mouth and you want:
The kit is now clean
The fact that it was adopted, and the variety of colors and heritage,
The content of your seed in Burien
Family and evil mind, confidence, self-love to look down niggarding:
Oh, and there is something to be greedy,
The diet consists of a mixture of these two worlds.
John Reinhart, 2016
Sonnet I, by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to Laura Ashley?
House of Flora lovely and Mad Carpentier.
Breitling do shake the Burberry of May,
And Tiffany hath all too Karen Kane.
Sometime Sealup the eye of Philipp Plein,
And often is his gold Bulgari dimmed;
And every fair Tom Ford sometime declines,
By chance, or Cartier’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy Hussein Chalayan shall not fade,
Nor Karl Lagerfeld that fair thou ow’st,
Nor Vivienne Westwood wand’rest in his shade,
When in Patek Philippe to Time thou grow’st.
So long as Anna Sui, or eyes can see,
So long St. John, and D & G to thee.
Sonnet 18, by William Shakespeare
The names of various luxury brands
When most I wink, then human rights best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams democracy,
And human rights, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows human rights,
How would thy war on terrorism show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When freedom exercised thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, terror be blessed made
By weapons on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy mass destruction shade
Through heavy sleep on human rights doth stay!
All days are nights to see democracy,
And nights misunderestimated me.
Sonnet 43, by William Shakespeare
Media sound bites from the G.W. Bush era