[Mark McDonnell]

N,

Presumably you posted a poem here in the hopes of getting some useful, practical feedback on it. Well, way back at the beginning of the thread, and indeed dotted throughout, hidden among your increasingly boring masochistic Shakespeare obsession, there are many sincere, thoughtful, detailed posts absolutely full of such feedback, from the general to the very specific.

Maybe you could respond to, or even acknowledge, some of them.

Also, one of the astute observations George Orwell makes in the excellent essay Carl linked to (which I suspect you didn't actually read) regards Shakespeare's sheer joy and curiosity about the world he was currently living in.

"... how widely his thoughts ranged. He could not restrain himself from commenting on almost everything, although he put on a series of masks in order to do so. If one has once read Shakespeare with attention, it is not easy to go a day without quoting him, because there are not many subjects of major importance that he does not discuss or at least mention somewhere or other, in his unsystematic but illuminating way. Even the irrelevancies that litter every one of his plays — the puns and riddles, the lists of names, the scraps of ‘reportage’ like the conversation of the carriers in Henry IV, the bawdy jokes, the rescued fragments of forgotten ballads — are merely the products of excessive vitality. Shakespeare was not a philosopher or a scientist, but he did have curiosity, he loved the surface of the earth and the process of life... "

Start with this, if you want to write. The surface of the earth and the process of life. Not clinging to the dead until they paralyse you.