How much could you want to know?

Will Sutton, actor and scholar, keeps an amazing blog on the Sonnets. If your interest in "The Sonnets" began with the sonnets and not with film, you'll find much to interest you here. If you came to us because you love movies and how they transform the word, you'll also find much to enjoy here. There will not be an exam at the end, so just enjoy.

Ashley Laurence will perform in The Sonnets!

Ashley Laurence's website tells us that this stunning actress "grew up in the cultural excitement of Southern California. Encouraged to explore every artistic avenue available to her, she soon found her love for acting was equaled by her passion for painting. Ashley’s acting career was kicked into high gear at a very young age, when she was cast as the strong-willed heroine of Clive Barker’s quintessential horror classic: Hellraiser. The award winning actress subsequently appeared in a wide variety of roles for Film and TV, including the highly acclaimed "Red", "Lightning Bug, "E.R.", and national advertising campaigns for Geico, Coors Lite, AT&T."


There are several videos of her work available on her website. I particularly love the many moods that flash by on her commercial reel. It might even make you envy the Geico Gecko.


Ashley brings exactly the skills and sensibilities this production of The Sonnets will require. We are very fortunate indeed to have made contact with this established leading actress, and we hope our Blog family will agree.

Sonnet I, posted in honor of our first blogger, J. Helfrich

This is the first sonnet in Shakespeare's sonnet sequence:

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
   Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
   To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.