Reduced Merchant of Venice: Act IV Scene I, II; Act V Scene I

Act 4 Scene 1


Duke: You ready?


Antonio: Yah


Duke: Soz man, this sux. Shylock be cray. Like I feel.


Antonio: It’s okay man, you did everything you could to get this case dismissed


Duke: Send that cray guy in


Salerio: k


Enter Shylock


Duke: lol u probs just tryna start some drama. You aren’t actually gonna take no pound of flesh from the fam r u?


Shylock: Think I’m playing? You think I’m playing? Think this is a game? I’m dead serious. Imma cut all his shiz off. That pound is mine. This ain’t no game, this be the law. You stop me and you’ll be committing some srs breach of judge impartiality up in this house. U better know ur role and uphold that due process and shiz bruv.


Bassanio: What you talking about.


Shylock: You know what.


Bassanio: Oh dang, look at all dis phat cash I found. I can’t carry all this home, maybe you should have some, ya know what I’m saying?


Shylock: Nah imma cut him.


Salerio: Oh hey, Padua hollered back


Duke: k good, we bout to have some drama up in this courtroom drama


Enter Nerissa


Duke: Yo


Nerissa: Yo, here’s a letter from Bellario


Shylock: yassssssss


Gratiano: ur gross


Shylock: ur gross


Duke: Yo listen


Yo. This be Bellario. I’m sick fam, so here’s Balthasar.


Enter Portia


Duke: You Balthasar?


Portia: Yup


Duke: Cool


Portia: Antonio, you guilty?


Antonio: yah


Portia: Shylock bruv show a brotha some love


Shylock: lolwhy


Portia: Cuz mercy is a blessing to both those who provide and those who receive it and all that.


Shylock: that’s whack and u know it


Portia; k fine cut that shiz.


Shylock: yasssssss


*Shylock tries to cut Antonio


Portia: LOL NOPE


Shylock: W0T


Portia: He can’t bleed.


Gratiano: BAM


Shylock; r u srs


Portia: gotchu dead to rights fam


Shylock: fine just give me the money


Portia: nope, either get that flesh bloodless or u get nothing


Shylock: Fine I drop the case.


Portia: nope, you already tried to kill him so you’s a criminal.


Shylock: r u srs


Portia; gotchu dead to rights fam. You gon lose ur property. U better beg, boi


Duke: it’s fine imma just take a lil


Shylock: dude I have nothing just kill me pls


Antonio: Imma show you some love if you convert


Shylock: omg fine


Gratiano: Yo come over


Portia: nah I’m g


Duke: yo Antonio, u better show that lawyer some love


Bassanio: Hey thx bruv, u want dis phat cash?


Portia: nah I’m g


Bassanio: yo come on


Portia: Fine gimme ur ring


Bassanio: omg no


Portia: GIMME




Portia; wow u suck Imma go


Antonio: yo she passive, just give her dat ring


Bassanio: ugh fine


Scene 2


Portia: yo make sure Shylock follows through. If he flakes Imma be super pissed


Enter Gratiano


Gratiano: Yo take this ring


Portia: thx


Gratiano: np


Nerissa: Hey yo lemme see if I can get my husband’s ring too for the lulz


Portia: lol yassss Nerissa


Act 5 Scene 1


Lorenzo: omg we’re like couple goals


Jessica: luv u


Lorenzo: Like we Greek classic level couple goals


Jessica: yo someone be creeping


Enter Stephano


Lorenzo: Yo why u gotta thirdwheel who r u


Stephano: I am a friend


Lorenzo: who?


Stephano: Stephano.


Lorenzo: Sup Stephano.


Stephano: Sup, Portia’s coming back


Lorenzo: Who else?


Stephano: No one else who matters


Lorenzo: k. Yo Jess, let’s go show her dat Greek couple goals hospitality and shiz


Enter Lancelet




Lorenzo: w0t




Lorenzo: WHAT


Lancelet: Bassanio’s coming back


Lancelet exits


Lorenzo: Stephano go get musicians


Stephano exits


Lorenzo: We need some chill vibes. Lemme check my Spotify


Enter Stephano and musicians


Lorenzo: if u don’t like music, u cold. Like u twisted.


Enter Portia and Nerissa


Portia: What dat


Nerissa: dat some good music


Music stops


Nerissa: aw


Lorenzo: sup


Portia: Have our husbands returned?


Lorenzo: Nope. They coming tho dw


Portia: Yo no one can know I was gone


Trumpet sound


Lorenzo: Yo ur husband’s here


Enter Bassanio, Antonio, Gratiano, and their followers


Bassanio: We should hold day with the Antipodes if you would walk in the absence of the sun.


Portia: yah hi.


Gratiano: hi




Gratiano: it gone


Nerissa: WHY


Gratiano: Cuz I had to write dat lawyer a phat check, ya know what I’m saying


Nerissa: I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed


Portia: Lol my husband wouldn’t pull that shiz




Portia: Wait r u srs




Portia: omg Bassiano u cold. R u actually srs


Bassanio: dude u don’t understand man I had to show I was grateful ya know


Portia: U lie, u obv gave it to some ratchet ho. Well you know what, Imma find some ratchet ass dude too


Antonio: Yo how bout u guys just like take my soul if those two screw up again


Portia and Nerissa: LOL SIKE


Gives rings


Bassanio: What is happening


Portia: O we slept with a bunch of dudes


Gratiano: r u srs


Portia: lol jokes I was the lawyer in Venice, and Nerissa was dat clerk


Antonio, Gratiano, and Bassanio: :OOOOOOOOO





The number of people I’ve seen in my days,
The sorrow that hits me as I go away.
The cities I’ve lived in and terribly miss,
The darkness that swallows me like an abyss.
One day I say “Hello!”, the next day “Goodbye”.
When asked how I’m doing, I often must lie.
To leave so many that I love in one go,
I must bring my treasured memories in tow,
To keep it from simply becoming a dream,
Or else they might spill, pouring out from the seam.

I feel like a criminal, trying to flee,
Eternally running, so others can’t see.
That I’m isolated in this massive crowd,
I’m silent, but this place is extremely loud.

I want to get out,
I want to escape,
But I know that, for now, I can’t leave this place.

Graffiti Umbrella

Red, blue, orange and yellow
carried above a rushing fellow.
Dripping, slipping, sliding down
igniting a young man’s frown.
Treading along the wet, dirty path,
drenched with sadness in this colorful bath.
Work.. work.. is on his mind,
Pounding like an alarm and running out of time.
Running, not noticing, the colors of the sky,
speeding right past the man, wishing he could fly.

Rain Rain Go Away

Rain rain go away,
Need to get to work today,
Late, late, always late,
Please stop getting in my way.
Come again another day,
Things never seem to go my way,
Rushing, rushing, everyday,
Please listen to what I say.
Because the children want to play,
The reckless boy in the way,
Mother shouldn’t have let him play,
Why mustn’t children just obey.
Rain rain go away,
The world has never seemed so grey,
Rainbows, excitement, not to play,
Time for me to storm away.

Why are Dinosaurs Interesting?

When asked whether he would give up sexual congress or his study of dinosaurs, Ross, a character on the hit sit-com Friends of the 1990s and 2000s, reluctantly conceded sex. While earning a cheap laugh from viewers at home, this incident highlights an interesting and important question: Why are dinosaurs, extinct for millions of years, still intriguing to us?

In how many museums is the skeleton of a dinosaur placed front and center? The Museum of Natural History in New York: an entire hall dedicated to the skeletons of dinosaurs, a Tyrannosaurus Rex in the welcoming auditorium. The Fields Museum in Chicago: front and center is Sue, the world’s largest and most complete T-Rex skeleton. The Zi Gong Dinosaur Museum in Sichuan province, China: more than 710,000 square feet of just dinosaurs. These ancient beasts unquestionably retain our attention.

However, excavating the bones of creatures that died over 65 million years ago, is not particularly pragmatic. Come to think of it, there are many fields of science that aren’t particularly useful . To answer our question, “Why are dinosaurs still interesting?”, it’s worth looking at those other fields of science as well.

Look upwards at the night sky: outer space. In the ever wise words of Commander Spock of Star Fleet from the popular TV series Star Trek “Space… The final frontier… [The] ongoing mission, to explore strange new worlds… to seek out new life forms, and new civilizations…To boldly go where no one has gone… before.” If there is anything that rivals our fascination with dinosaurs, it’s our fascination with space. For all the money that we spend digging up dinosaur fossils, we spend just as much if not more building telescopes and sending robots to other planets. While making sure that a massive comet doesn’t slam into our home planet is quite important, we spend a ridiculous amount of money learning about things that we can’t really apply. By the way the population of Bangladesh is 157 million. This will be important later. The parallels that exist between paleontology and astronomy are startling. We spend a lot of money. We learn a lot (most of which isn’t very useful). And we love it.

On August 6th, 2012, NASA’s youngest Mars rover, landed on the red planet. Its goal was to detect traces of water determine the possibilities of life on Mars. This rover serves an interesting intersection between the two fields of science that we love and waste a lot of money on. We are spending swimming pools of cash to dig for dinosaurs ON ANOTHER PLANET. Thankfully we have enshrined the reason that we are building telescopes and digging for bones in the dirt, in the name of that Mars rover: Curiosity

It is curiosity that has driven man to new heights. So far as we know (though the Mars rover may find something to say about it), humans are the only living, sentient species in the Universe. Humans are the only species to have built skyscrapers nearly a kilometer tall, the only species to look for old bones for more than food, and we are the only species to have developed philosophy, music and art. Our humanness, our curiosity, has driven society to become the ruler of its own collective destiny. Curiosity kindled the first embers of ingenuity and has brought us to the inferno of innovation that we know today.

History seems to agree. Edmund Burke, an Irish philosopher and statesman wrote the following in 1757: “[Curiosity] has an appetite which is very sharp… and always has an appearance of restlessness or anxiety.” We are seemingly unable to satiate our curiosity. Every time humanity makes any breakthrough in any field, it is quick to come up with a new question. When paleontologists first reconstructed the first dinosaur skeleton, the next questions was: “What might their skin look like?”

This desire to learn and garner new information is stronger than ever. George Loewenstein, a professor of economics and psychology at Carnegie Mellon University in his “Psychology of Curiosity” elaborates on how curiosity influences people over time. He writes: “Although theoretical accounts of creativity, problem solving and scientific discovery tend to emphasize the cognitive dimension, personal accounts of the scientific process portray an important motivational component… Curiosity is influenced by cognitive variables such as the state of one’s knowledge structures but may, in turn, be one of the most important motives in encouraging [knowledge structures] formation in the first place.” Put simply, curiosity and knowledge are stuck in an endless, repeating, positive feedback loop. The more we know, the more curious we become, and the more curious we are, the more we yearn to know. Curiosity is indeed the character trait that has driven humanity to reach such amazing heights.

However wasteful finding fossils and combing the cosmos is, it is a necessary waste. In much the same way that we are willing to “waste” money on the arts, it is necessary that we are willing to “waste” money on dinosaurs, and yes, “aliens”. Very few on this planet of 7.2 billion would vote to scrap the Mona Lisa, burn the Stradivariuses and destroy Hamlet. The arts are an inherent part of our collective culture. Just as scientific discovery is. It makes us human. If we are to condemn those who destroy our art, we must also condemn those who wish to crush our inner spirit of curiosity. The United States House of Representatives Committee on Ways and Means.

According to the Congressional Budget Office, since 1966 NASA’s budget has dropped, adjusted for inflation, from $44 billion to just $20 billion in 2010. More telling however, is the percentage of the federal budget that this makes up. Space exploration and the study of our Universe has been put on the back burner. In ‘66, NASA’s budget represented some 4.4% of the Congressional fiscal plan. In 2010 it was just 0.5%. It would seem that the nation that has pioneered space exploration for decades is slipping. If you think that NASA, the pride and joy of America’s scientific community and the darling of humanity’s space programs, isn’t receiving enough federal money, think about how little money the paleontologists get.

In literature, and popular culture, for centuries curiosity has been given a bad rap. Adolescents are given a free pass for doing something foolish with the phrase: “Oh, they were just being curious.” We have discounted and discredited the meaning of being curious. While there might be more scientific papers being published today than in any other time in history, our society is not as curious as it once was. We encourage consumption over discovery and this is the reason why we will happily Google the population of Bangladesh, then forget it just minutes later. We no longer live up to the true intellectual promise of the word “curiosity”. To us, it means facts and figures whereas before it represented theses and endeavour. God willing, this will change.

Humans are frustrated by lack of understanding. It’s what drives our inner curiosity. This frustration has led to techniques and methods that can accelerate a sub-atomic particle to near the speed of light. It is this frustration that will keep our interest on things that we don’t know about. It fueled our imagination to such a degree that last year we had reboots of both Jurassic Park AND Star Wars. The reason that we still love dinosaurs is deep in our hearts. The answer to the question “why are dinosaurs, extinct for millions of years, still intriguing to us” is honored in the name of a small robot, puttering across the red, barren plains of Mars: Curiosity.

The Black, the White, the Colorful by Charmaine

The Black and White

We block
streams of impulses, we stop
drops of rebelliousness, and hold off
tears of creativity
to act as we would “normally”.

We shield
ourselves from chaos, we conceal
ourselves from randomness, we seal
ourselves from speciality
to act as we would “normally”.

We run
dodging the unknown, we shun
slivers of uncertainty, we flee from
what might or could not be
to act as we would “normally”.

The Colorful

We embrace
We don’t know
We are uncertain

We welcome the floods of curiosity
greeting the impulses we have yet to predict
we shake hands with what the world throws at us
and live, day to day, painting our souls
with the strokes of the world.

A never ending sand bottle
Filled being filled with the bits and pieces
of life. Incomplete,
always changing.

Graffiti Umbrella

To the tune of “Chocolate Rain”

Streaks of rain,
Suits stay dry while
children feel the pain.

Colored rain,
Swiftly slipping out
and down the drain.

Rainbow rain,
Whirling through the sky
and into Spain.

Streaks of rain,
A happy child will
never go complain.

Colored rain,
Tumbling through the skies
about a plane.

Rainbow rain,
Dripping the umbrellas
with a stain.

Streaks of rain,
Lasting long as Queen
Elizbeth’s reign.

Colored rain,
Dazzling to the common
human’s brain.

Rainbow rain,
Phenomenon so odd
you can’t explain.

Streaks of rain,
A wondrous sight for those
up in a crane.

Colored rain,
Crazy as the wondrous
Trump’s campaign.

Rainbow rain,
A sight that echoes
like a new refrain.
like a new refrain.