And sometime yesterday a loop of Shakespearean punning began to play in my head:
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
I've been told that "solid flesh" can be interpreted as a pun on "sullied flesh," since it can be heard as such, and Hamlet's soliloquy was heard by its audiences, not read, at that time, and because it fits his own feelings of being sullied by recent events (his mother's quick re-marriage to his uncle after his father's death in suspicious circumstances that turn out to be murder) and his own despair.
"Sullied flesh" seems an appropriate pun to pursue on Slattern Day in the blog.
Likewise, "a dew" can resonate as "adieu," since Hamlet is contemplating a farewell to the earth.
O, that this too too recent snow would melt
Thaw, and resolve itself into adieu.
"You must change your life," said Rilke. So that's what I keep doing. I worked as an actor and director in Chicago, wrote for an encyclopedia, edited two poetry journals, shelved and retrieved materials in several libraries, walked beans, and was an assistant professor of English. Now I serve as Poetry Editor and Editor at Large for Escape Into Life, an online arts magazine, write & edit as a freelancer, blog "eight days a week," study the random, tend perennials, and listen to birdsong.