Shakespeare, Othello, and the 12th Grade....

Up, ye’ ladies and gentlemen,
Fore to’ night and or your day,

As you bear witness,
You shall see sport anon,
And longer still
Should you stay awake….

An a high-tech sport a’that.

O, then, I see high dexterity
Court and then,
King and Queen alike
The 12th grade studio
Begs, builds, borrows, and confirms
Royalty rights
In a passion of citation and credit due
Strength alights.



We need no fairies' midwife
No weird sisters murky witch brew
We don’t thumb our thumbs at other families
Nor waver at necessary, prolonged action due


We hold nothing
Past a shape of an agate stone
No forefinger drawn
To point at teams of little atoms
Little sparks of potential grown.

We have, know, and hold the course of our
Digital garden
And delight in the Midsummer’s Night
Multimedia Dreams taken
In a hoof-footed puck’s hand

into and through a dream within a dream substantial.

Athwart as men's
Wild wide eyes lie asleep

We plan, record, edit, and proceed.

Go away! Withdraw! Depart!

12th Grade got them acting chops.

No disrespect,

Find you here no disparaging remark,
Our take-away is

But to take something ancient

And make it modern day,
We take something ancient

And make it meaningful and relevant.

But avaunt,
Thou progressive movie villains,

Get thee gone!



Belike this 12th grade show

Import arguments and
Make relevant Renaissance virtue

In the modern day.



We beseech you,
And ask kindly if you’d visit

A way too much changed play

A play, malleable and open
As open and stout as a 8:30 am Carolina day


But we will to-morrow betimes,

And betimes we will have said,

Betwixt our Bohemia

And your limited Flash drive
Blended our humble acting and sincere laughter
With a well worn earth rubric sure.