Shakespeare's Sonnets
Project Overview
CALLING ALL SHAKESPEARE LOVERS, ACTORS, AND VOICE ACTORS!!!!!!!!
I'm putting together an audiodrama of all of Shakespeare's sonnets. Why the sonnets? The sonnets are such beautiful works of art that are rarely recongized. They need to be heard because they are so wonderful, and relatable in our time era. Now there are over 150 of his sonnets out there. So there are alot of oppotunites for parts!
What do you need to prepare?
-Act the side of your choice down below
-Act out the sonnet with emotion
-A decent mic
-Email and skype in the comments
Even though there are 4 parts available, I want to cast more people for this project. I'm looking to cast between 25-30 people. Maybe even more if this gets popular.
A selection of sonnets are listed here
http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/
If you are chosen to be a part of this project, you can do more than one sonnet if you want.
It's alright if you don't have any Shakespeare experience. I'm not going to factor that into casting.
If you have never acted out a sonnet, think of it as a monologue. First, try to understand the sonnet, and what Shakespeare is saying in it. Then relate it to your own life, and act out the emotion of the sonnet.
But most important: be yourself, use your own voice, and have fun!
Good luck!
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What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what now to register,
That may express my love, or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must each day say o'er the very same;
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallowed thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes antiquity for aye his page;
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feathered creatures broke away,
Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;
So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;
But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind;
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
If thou turn back and my loud crying still.
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