April 19, 2012 | Michael Rhynes
Michael selected for one of his pieces the “Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow” speech. Michael then interweaves this famous soliloquy from Macbeth with his own reflection on “time” while incarcerated.
The piece was partially staged as a dance with Michael and Judy.
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
How does the innocent seek redemption?
Sitting in a six by eight cage in the dark with all the lights on
Pondering, searching in and behind the toilet, leafing through three Holy books to no avail.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
Onward towards Calvary, onward towards Mecca, onward towards Rome to no avail.
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Curriculum after curriculum, therapeutic program after therapeutic Program, judiciously examining the law written in Braille with Open but closed eyes to no avail.
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Reaching the final frontier, the back yard of my soul where my trek begins.