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, wrote for an encyclopedia, edited a literary magazine, and taught college English courses. Now I write poetry, blog "eight days a week," and listen to birdsong.