fair is foul and foul is fair

Since his ink hit the parchment Shakespeare has been spot on, in understanding the complexities of the heart, the highs and lows of passion, unchecked ambition that leads to treachery, and everything else that makes up the human experience. Line after line from dozens of plays and sonnets are etched forever into capturing our collective predicaments. This past month I have been steeped in such verse, wrapping up the tearful Romeo & Juliet with Freshmen, falling under the justice of Hamlet with Seniors, and delighted by a stage performance of The Tempest; curiously, this week, my thoughts run straight to Macbeth. How could they not, right? Basically nothing on any of our screens is what it actually appears to be, our entire world of commerce and health gone topsy turvy, while revenge leaches out of every Whitehouse tweet; this is the stuff of our headlines, for in every direction we face, “Fair is foul, and foul is fair.” We are media addicts all, scrolling from meme to meme, filtering out our own crow’s feet to fetishize our own sphere of influence. As we look to replace the bloat king, who dyes his comb-over and sports a cheap spray tan, (not that I take issue with hair dye or make-up, in fact I’m all for looking your very best, but his external duplicity only mirrors every level of his notorious and self-heralded double dealings); I want more than anything to see what is. Let’s step away from the media barrage, and recall Macbeth, as he chided himself against his own false faith in the witches: “Infected be the air whereon they ride; And damn’d all those that trust them! ” Let’s stop trusting those who cause more helter skelter, more “fog and filthy air.” Let’s face ourselves as raw and naked and vulnerable as that will be.

As I write, I listen, and that is perhaps the very drive of my blogging. I, who am swayed with much ease, need to dig down deep these next few months, and find the pockets of quiet truth that still prevail. It will not be in the falsehood of Instagram, the lies of Facebook, or in the culled soundbites popping elsewhere, but hopefully a real vision can be found in the conversations with those we know to be wise, those who have learned kindness, patience, common-sense and generosity, those who read widely and know how to listen, perhaps those who have seen evil before and remember how broken nations found their way back to dignity and optimism and fairness. If we each put down our smart phones and walk back into our own living rooms to converse with family and friends and especially foes, maybe then Macbeth’s iconic lines, “Life’s 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, signifying nothing” will haunt us less. I know we can do better.

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