Part II. Knowing

Must you Chain me to Friendship

Shakespeare's Sonnet CXXXIII Transbliterated (030)

Shakespeare

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
Is’t not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet’st friend must be?
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engross’d:
Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken;
A torment thrice three-fold thus to be cross’d:
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom’s ward,
But then my friend’s heart let my poor heart bail;
Whoe’er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail:
    And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
    Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.

Transbliteration

Fuck that heart
	That makes my heart moan
		Cut to its core
		By my best friend

Is it not enough to torture me?

Must you chain me to friendship
	And it's bitter eternity?

To look in your eyes
Is to be in a tornado of cruelty
	Myself by your side
	Engrossed in a spin of fate
		And him there
			Spiralling around us
Is to join my forsakers
	Doubly crossed
	Thrice tormented

My heart is kidnapped
	Taken to a neighborhood
		Near to your heart
But those who would ransom me
Are poor
	Whosoever would deliver me
		Is already imprisoned

You could free me
	But you like me there
		So you can feel sorry for me
		Try to help me
			Perforce
				Own me

Sculptures

From line 5: “Myself by your side Engrossed in a spin of fate”
From line 6: “And him there Spiralling around us”
From line 7: “Is to join my forsakers Doubly crossed Thrice tormented”
From line 9: “But those who would ransom me Are poor”
From line 10: “Whosoever would deliver me Is already imprisoned”
From line 11: “You could free me But you like me there”
From line 12: “So you can feel sorry for me Try to help me Perforce Own me”