Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Remembering Peter O'Toole


My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
by William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
     And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
     As any she belied with false compare.

I decided to use this poem today because as I was listening to NPR on my way home yesterday and heard an interview from when Melissa Block spoke to O'Toole in 2007.  Recalling the interview, Block said that "the most memorable part of our conversation had to do with Shakespeare; in particular, with Shakespeare's sonnets."  O'Toole said that he knows all 156 of them, and said:
They're my life companion. They're at the side of my bed. They travel with me. I pick them up, and I read them all the time. I find them endlessly informing, endlessly beautiful, endlessly - they say, they hit the spot so many times on so many things.
After some prodding, he recited one of his favorites, Sonnet 130, which is the poem above.  I've always enjoyed this sonnet too; it's almost the anti-sonnet, a parody.  Yet, one may look at it in other ways as well.  First of all, love is not what is on the outside,but what is on the inside.  A second, for almost four centuries, questions have arisen about William Shakespeare's sexuality.  If you think of his description of the "lady" above she seems more masculine than feminine.

The only indication that Shakespeare may have been homosexual is found, not in his life, but in his writings. One of his most prominent works, his 154 Sonnets, is most often cited in such discussions. The majority of these sonnets deal with the author's love for a young man, referred to in the works as his "beloved fair youth."

Sonnet 154

The little Love-god lying once asleep,
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire
Which many legions of true hearts had warmed;
And so the General of hot desire
Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed.
This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy,
For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall,
   Came there for cure and this by that I prove, 
   Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

The writer's intense romantic feelings for this person have triggered many to believe that Shakespeare may have been gay. Even the dedication of another of his works, his poem "The Rape of Lucrece," is strongly worded. "The love I dedicate to your Lordship is without end."

It has not been uncommon for writers and musicians to substitute the sex of the object of their desire to hide their sexuality.  So maybe Sonnet 130 is just that, the description of a plain woman instead of a tall, dark, and handsome young man that the sonnet nearly describes.  It's just a theory and probably a bad theory, yet, still let's read this sonnet and remember two things:

Shakespeare was a wonderful poet, and should be read often.
Peter O'Toole was a wonderful actor who will be missed, yet we will always have two of my favorite movies to remeber him by: Lawrence of Arabia and A Lion in Winter.

2 comments:

Robert said...

I remember the original interview back in 2007. I was driving home from school and listened to it on NPR. His reading was amazing and I to this day I kept hoping that someone would record him reading all of Shakespeare's sonnets. I was thrilled that NPR repeated the interview yesterday. It reminded me of what an incredible talent he truly was.

Not unsurprisingly, my favorite role of his was from the movie "Ratatouille". He was the PERFECT choice for the role of food critic, Anton Ego, and his review of the restaurant is still one of my favorite speeches.

RIP Mr. O'Toole.

Michael Dodd said...

For me, it is Sonnet 29:

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,--and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.