Part V. Rebelling

Good is Made Better by Evil, Love is Made Stronger by Loss

Shakespeare's Sonnet CXIX Transbliterated (144)

Shakespeare

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill’d from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the distraction of this madding fever!
O benefit of ill! now I find true
That better is, by evil still made better;
And ruin’d love, when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
    So I return rebuk’d to my content,
    And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.

Transbliteration

The Sirens' tears
Are the potion I drink
	A distilled lambic
		That burns my throat

The hopes I feared
	And the fears I could only hope for
Are all lost
	When I see what I've gained

	Intrigued
		By the errors of my miserable heart
	Thinking
		It’s never been blessed
My LGN is ill-equipped to receive these views
	Flitting madly
		Good for nothing
	But certain
		That good is made better by evil
		And love is made stronger by loss
			Each new first moment
					Growing three times
						Greater
						Faster
						Happier
					Than the last

Sculptures

From line 1: “A distilled lambic siren virtual tears That burns my throat”
From line 3: “hopes fears Are all lost When I see what I've gained”
From line 4: “Intrigued By the errors of my miserable virtual heart Thinking It’s never been blessed”
From line 5: “My LGN is ill-equipped to receive these views Flitting madly Good for nothing”
From line 6: “But certain That good is made better by evil”
From line 7: “And certain love is made stronger by loss”
From line 8: “love Each new first moment Growing three times”