tomorrow and tomorrow
creeps this petty pace
I was not thinking of Ground Hog Day until I noticed the date when I started typing this note into wordpress.
According to wikipedia the tradition of Ground Hog day as a prediction on winter’s length can be traced back to the 16th century.
In my lifetime, Ground Hog Day has also taken on the modern folklore of an repeating cycle of days due to the 1993 movie Ground Hog Day.
I never liked the movie of at least maybe never liked the role played by Andie MacDowell or maybe I just don’t care for Andie MacDowell.
I was bit shocked to read in wikipedia that, “In the years since its release, the film has grown in esteem and is often considered to be among the greatest films of the 1990s and one of the greatest comedy movies ever. “
Maybe being considered one of the great movies of the 1990’s is more of a comment on the ’90s than on the movie itself.
The Silence of the Lambs
Such a list reminds me that the Academy Awards make a Best Picture each year no matter what.
I love to compare the list of nominated movies for any given year.
Take 1939, considered the greatest year in the history of Hollywood.
These movies were nominated for BEST PICTURE.
Gone with the Wind
Goodbye, Mr. Chips
Mr. Smith Goes to Washington
Of Mice and Men
The Wizard of Oz
Then take 2010 and this list of movies.
The King’s Speech
The Kids Are All Right
The Social Network
Toy Story 3
I mean someone has to win and with 10 movies to vote for, win with 11% of the vote.
But I digress.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.
In the 1993 movie, the hero’s day replays itself over and over until he gets it right and wins the girl.
As Yogi Berra would say Deja Vu all over again.
My Haiku is taken from the famous speech in the play Macbeth, written by William Shaekspeare.
Big Bill has his villain Macbeth review all his problems and he come out with one of the great “GEE WHIZ BUT WHATS IT ALL ABOUT” laments of all time.
Over and over and over again and for what?
Waiting and waiting and waiting for change.
Waiting for that next shoe to drop.
Waiting to get on with it.
Is there a better speech for today?
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life is 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