Sunday, March 3, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Blog #6
Can you lie next to her
As well as your body
And can you lie next to her
and confess your love, your love?
As well as your folly
And can you kneel before this king
and say "I'm clean", "I'm Clean"?
But tell me now where was my fault,
in loving you with my whole heart?
Oh, tell me now where was my fault,
Her white blank page
and a swelling rage, rage
You did not think when you sent me to the brink, to the brink
You desired my attention, but denied my affections, my affections
So tell me now where was my fault,
in loving you with my whole heart?
Oh, tell me now where was my fault,
Her white blank page
and a swelling rage, rage
You did not think when you sent me to the brink, to the brink
You desired my attention, but denied my affections, my affections
So tell me now where was my fault,
in loving you with my whole heart?
Oh, tell me now where was my fault,
So tell me now where was my fault,
in loving you with my whole heart?
Oh, tell me now where was my fault,
in loving you with my whole heart?
Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life
oh lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life
in loving you with my whole
heart?
this song I think relates a lot to me. my love for Hamlet. all I wanted was to love him. What wrong was I in that?
What drove me to this madness? I’d say it started with my father denying
me the right to see Hamlet "as to give words or talk with the lord hamlet. Look to
‘t, I charge you. Come your ways” (1.3. 134-135) and with my brother telling me
he’s no good for me “then is he says he loves you, it fits your wisdom so far
to believe it”(1.3.24-25) I told them he loved me, “my lord he hath importuned
me with love in honorable fashion”(1.3. 110-111) and I thought he did. My mind
went back and forth debating if he did or not. Then denying his love for me, Hamlet
said “I loved you not” (3.1.121-122) which threw me off so. Everything up to
that point that he had told me was a lie! He never loved me.
Then my father died. “And in this brainish apprehension kills the unseen
good old man.” (4.1.11-12) Heartbroken was I. what did I have left? The man I loved
told me he didn’t love me anymore, and now my father has been killed. My brother
was away, so who did I have. Just myself to keep me company. “we must be
patient, but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him I’ the’
cold ground.”(4.5.68-69) oft I looked back and remembered my father, always
making me sad. I couldn’t think about it. So I sang. I sang many a song, people
began to talk about me call me mad. “She’s importunate, indeed distract. Her mood
will needs be pitied” (4.5.1-2)
Was I mad?
My dreams of my own death haunt me. I wish about the things that may
happen. Of Gertrude. Always a wonderful
woman. She liked me. She thought hamlet and I should be together. “I hope thou
shouldst been my hamlets wife” (5.1.228) she would say. Ahh what a beautiful
family we all would make. If we all had stayed alive. But one by one people
die.
Oh my sweet hamlet. Always will I love you. I still believe in my heart
he loves me. Or at least loved me at one point. I imagine him professing his
love for me. Letting it be known to the world that it was indeed true. My father
would roll in his grave to hear that…
"I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers / could not with all their
quantity of love / Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her? ” (5.1.247-249).
blog #4
“To be,
or not to be, that is the question.” (3.1.57) Essentially saying to live or to
die. Hamlet wants to die? Why? What must be so awful?
“Whether
'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer the Slings and Arrows of
outrageous Fortune, or to take Arms
against a Sea of troubles, and by
opposing end them: to die, to sleep no more; and by a sleep, to say we end the Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
that Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
devoutly to be wished.” (3.1.58-65) He’s basically
debating whether it is better to go through and face the things the world
throws at him or just give up, and kill himself which is what he really wants
to do, but what about the afterlife, if he does he will go to Hell, would that
be better than life here?
No the
moral consequence is too great. Killing himself would be a sin, and he does not
want to go to hell afterwards.
His soliloquy
became so moving and popular that other people started redoing it! Kenneth
Branagh’s was the first I saw. He said it in a room of mirrors, so everywhere
he turned he saw himself. Staring at himself in the mirror he fought externally
with himself in the mirror on whether or not to end it all. he pulls out a
knife, ready to end it all right then, the camera zooming in the whole time, leading
up to a final resolution as I walk in, almost interrupting him, breaking his
concentration.
Laurence Olivier
performed the next one I saw. He was high on a cliff, up many many stairs, he
sits up there, it switches between internal thought, where a voiceover tells us
what he’s thinking, and where he himself speaks aloud. He too drew a dagger upon
himself, but then dropped it off the cliff before walking back down the steps. This
one I liked he least, it seemed very boring and emotionless. It didn’t seem
like he was as conflicted as the soliloquy really is.
A catacomb
was the setting for Mel Gibson’s performance. Which I thought was a very
interesting choice. Since he is in fact contemplating life and death. He walks
around the catacomb the whole time, and in the end walks up the steps.
My favorite
was Ethan Hawke’s. It's modern, and placed in a movie store where he walks down
the action isle. Over and over again. As he walks a voice over delivers the soliloquy.
I like it because he looks miserable. He looks like he would rather die than be
there in that situation. So it fits.
blog #3
Ugh. I can't believe I'm saying this right now. My father and brother were right. They were right the whole time! Hamlet never loved me. :( How could I be so dumb, so naïve to believe him?"You should have not believed me , for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you not."(3.1.126-129)Is what he said to me. "I loved you not"It caught me off guard. I couldn't believe it at first. The words replayed in my mind. “I loved you not” my chest literally hurt. Is it possibly for your heart to actually break? Because I think mine did. My chest felt so heavy, it was like someone just punched me in the stomach and I couldn't breathe. Why did I have to fall in love with HIM? Or better yet why couldn't he fall in love with me? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough? Not good enough for him? It's just not fair.
And then he says to me"Get the to a nunnery; why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?"(3.1.131)So I should lock myself up. Don’t have any kids, just so
there won't be more sinners? Life is what a person makes of it. If one decides
to sin, they will be a sinner. I would hope to raise a family well enough for
them to do the right thing and make the right choices without sinning.
I mean, can you tell I'm a little upset? the broken heart. the red and black. Like a bleeding broken heart. Pretty much straightforward. Time to move on again. we are never getting back together.
like. ever.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
blog #2
Bond. Ophelia Bond. or better yet, Sherlock Holmes.
I mean, I have to spy for my father now. How crazy is that. I don’t think of myself as deceitful, and now I
have to be! What? Do I have to seduce him into telling me things? My dad
thought up this greaaat plan. He told the king: "At such a time I’ll loose my daughter to him. / Be you and I behind an arras
then, / Mark the encounter. If he love her not / And be not from his
reason fall'n thereon, / Let me be no assistant for a state / But keep a farm and
carters." (2.2.154-159). All so that my dad can eavesdrop on
him. It’s a little crazy don’t ya think?
Sherlock Holmes and Doctor
Watson use their cunning and wit to
investigate the plans of his arch nemesis, Professor Moriarty. So
essentially they must spy on him to uncover his plans. An I mean, I guess that’s
what I kinda have to do… I’m sure I could trick hamlet. I mean, after all, he
cant keep his hands of me, so this should be easy.
Though Hamlet did seem
quite mad the other day… Im still trying to figure out what was going on. "Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all
unbraced; / No hat upon his head; his stockings fouled, / Ungartered,
and down-gyvèd to his ankle; / Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each
other; / And with a look so piteous in purport / As if he had been loosèd out
of hell" (2.1.78-83).Why
was he acting this way? Was he sleepwalking? Im still kinda freaked out… I mean
he didn’t even say a word to me and then he just left. “That done, he lets me
go,/and with his head over his shoulder he turned/he seemed to find his way
without his eyes/ for o’ doors he went without their helps/ and to the last
bended their light on me.”(2.1. 96-100) I then ran to my father to tell him, and he insisted on telling the king, so that we did. Odd too, Hamlet wrote me a poem professing his love for me after this. oh well. I guess I should brush up on my spying skills
Monday, February 18, 2013
blog #1
I can’t believe
my father! And my brother! They tell me to stay away from hamlet? But I love
him so. Why must my father be so stern? I love Hamlet, and he loves me! He loves
me well and he loves me true. "My lord, he hath importuned me with love
/ in honorable fashion." (1.3.109-110) I told him, and yet he doesn’t believe
me. He is stuck in his own ways, and my brother is right there with him. Hamlet
tells me he loves me all the time. And they just don’t get it. They think he’s
using me, and that he really doesn’t care about me. Why would he use me if he
could have any other woman in Denmark?
Laertes is a little better about it though, he’s not forbidding me. He just
disagrees with my choice. He doesn’t like Hamlet, but he respects my decision
more. He gets it. He knows I love him. He just thinks its lust over love. Which
it is not! Its mutual love. After all he is my big brother and he’s looking out
for me. I appreciate that. But it’s my life, my love. So let me do what I want!
But what else
could I say but "I will obey, my
lord" (1.3.136)? I mean I can’t disobey my father. What he says goes. If he
wishes it, it shall be done.
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