Inspired by the hit podcast Song Exploder, Kevin and Dan spend this episode breaking down and analyzing Shakespeare's Sonnet #60. Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:      And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,      Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.    www.noholdsbard.com noholdsbardpodcast@gmail.com patreon.com/NoHoldsBard @NoHoldsBardCast facebook.com/NoHoldsBardCast   Kevin Condardo c/o No Holds Bard P.O. Box 170004 Brooklyn, NY 11217 

NHB 206 - Sonnet Exploder (#60)

The Shakespeare podcast Shakespeare would have listened to!* This weekly podcast comes in several flavors. Every other week, you'll get our regular episode features a lightning round on several intersections of Shakespeare and the present day, an underused Shakespearian phrase that you can roll into your everyday conversation to impress/annoy your friends, and a homework assignment currently being blown off by a lazy high school student from the internet. Once a month, we offer SO YOU'RE GOING TO SEE SHAKESPEARE, a half-hour briefing on a specific play to listen to on your commute to the theater that will prepare you to be the best little audience member you can be. And in the fourth week of the month, Dan and Kevin will provide some Shakespearian wildcard programming that will almost certain result in them swearing at each other. (*we assume.)

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Dan and Kevin return with our new favorite recurring Wildcard episode where we go into the field and ask civilians a series of increasingly difficult Shakespeare trivia questions.  www.noholdsbard.com noholdsbardpodcast@gmail.com patreon.com/NoHoldsBard @NoHoldsBardCast facebook.com/NoHoldsBardCast   Kevin Condardo c/o No Holds Bard P.O. Box 170004 Brooklyn, NY 11217

NHB 214 - Ask A Groundling #2

Are you on the way to see a production of ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL? This episode will get you up to speed on the play in a variety of ways to insure that you'll be the best little audience member you can be. www.noholdsbard.com noholdsbardpodcast@gmail.com patreon.com/NoHoldsBard @NoHoldsBardCast facebook.com/NoHoldsBardCast

NHB 213 - So You're Going To See ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL

This week, 'cha boys put on their sorting hats as they select Quidditch teams from each of Shakespeare's character houses - Tragedies, Comedies, and Histories. www.noholdsbard.com noholdsbardpodcast@gmail.com patreon.com/NoHoldsBard @NoHoldsBardCast facebook.com/NoHoldsBardCast   Kevin Condardo c/o No Holds Bard P.O. Box 170004 Brooklyn, NY 11217

NHB 212 - The Shakespearian Quidditch Team

This week we’ll divine souls, tackle advice, and break down the recent article from TheLeafDesk,com claiming that South African forensic scientists have concluded that Shakespeare was an avid user of marijuana. www.noholdsbard.com noholdsbardpodcast@gmail.com patreon.com/NoHoldsBard @NoHoldsBardCast facebook.com/NoHoldsBardCast   Kevin Condardo c/o No Holds Bard P.O. Box 170004 Brooklyn, NY 11217

NHB 211 - I Have An Ill Divining Soul

Inspired by the hit podcast Song Exploder, Kevin and Dan spend this episode breaking down and analyzing Shakespeare's Sonnet #113. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; And that which governs me to go about Doth part his function and is partly blind, Seems seeing, but effectually is out; For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch: Of his quick objects hath the mind no part, Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch; For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight, The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature, The mountain or the sea, the day or night, The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.    Incapable of more, replete with you,    My most true mind thus maketh mine eye untrue. www.noholdsbard.com noholdsbardpodcast@gmail.com patreon.com/NoHoldsBard @NoHoldsBardCast facebook.com/NoHoldsBardCast   Kevin Condardo c/o No Holds Bard P.O. Box 170004 Brooklyn, NY 11217

NHB 206 - Sonnet Exploder (#60)

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