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#the tragedy of hamlet
rorygilmoreh4ter · 5 months
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watching horatio, the sensible—NOT PASSION’S SLAVE—lose all sensibility as he picks up the cup of poison, knowing suicide will eternally condemn him to hell.
horatio would rather be banished to hell forever than live on earth after hamlet's death.
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atariforce · 4 days
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The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark by Douglas Blanchard
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detroitlib · 5 months
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From our stacks: Illustration "Hamlet" from The Story of the World's Literature By John Macy. Illustrated by Onorio Ruotolo. New York: Boni & Liveright, 1925.
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manichewitz · 2 months
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we were talking about the hamlet/laertes fight scene in the hamlet cast group chat and it led to this absolute inspired take that i will be thinking about forever
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theminecraftgay · 5 months
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What if Hamlet was okay though. What then.
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radio-ghost-cooks · 5 months
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goodnight to the arctic monkeys fans. goodnight to the fic writers. goodnight to the dishwashing staff. goodnight to the revenge insomniacs. goodnight to animators. goodnight to people who like pokemon scvi for the characters and story. goodnight to people who keep forgetting to drink water, i feel ya'll. goodnight to hamlet x horatio shippers (and their rosencrantz x guildenstern cousins). goodnight, night vale. goodnight.
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canterai · 5 months
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”My words fly up, my thoughts remain below; Words without thoughts never to heaven go.”
— Shakespeare, The tragedy of Hamlet
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belpheg0r-luna · 2 months
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hamlet. hamlet. hamlet. fucking hamlet. hAmLEt !!!!!
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incorrectklavekatz · 7 months
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Hamlet memes ig cause that’s what my little brain has decided to hyperfixate on???
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hamletkin · 15 hours
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a playlist for a paranoid modern Hamlet who is under constant surveillance. i hope you enjoy it!
this playlist is the work of two years and i really hope you guys enjoy it! if you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask. i did edit it (about 20 songs were removed) because i'm embarrassed enough to share this as is. this is for a hamlet who comes from a psychological thriller setting and while he isn't mad he does suffer from paranoia. he's scared and angry and consumed by grief and feels he hasn't been treated well by those who profess to love him with the exception of horatio! some of these songs will not fit him 100% (some mention drinking or smoking) but the vibe is there. others fit him like a glove. there's a cynical air in there, i feel! anyway, i really hope you guys like my playlist. it's very special to me and i've always wanted to share but i've been scared to do so. hamlet is just...ugh. he's so near and dear to my heart that this feels like i'm putting a part of myself out here by sharing this so i hope it stirs something in you too.
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One second you’re saying “Talia is drowned by an implanted personality,” and the next moment you’re saying “Holy shit, Talia is Ophelia!”
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capricorn-0mnikorn · 8 months
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Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all triumphant splendor on my brow; But out, alack! he was but one hour mine; The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
William Shakespeare's Sonnet 33.
I get grumpy when Shakespeare academics fixate on The Tragedy of Hamlet as W.S.'s meditation on the death of his son, Hamnet, at the age of ten years old,* when he was also father to two daughters, and shouldn't we think of his relationship with them at least as important?**
But that's not to say that the death of Hamnet wasn't important to him, and that he didn't commemorate his son, or contemplate his grief through writing. And this sonnet is a clear example of that (with the pun "my sun/son").
Also, this is another example of what I was talking about a few posts ago, with the privilege of living in an age of routine weather forecasts.
* (I think maybe because of the similarity between the names? And also because, in English, "family names" are passed down from father to son, and what would the world be like, now, if the name "Shakespeare" lived on?)
**Justice for Ophelia.
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roseofspades · 2 years
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the rest of shakespeare is fine - its quirky and fun classic shakespeare but i’m still not gonna get past hamlet. a drama, a tragedy about a dramatic teenager with depression who says funny things and monologues to himself - he gets back from university with his bestie, they kill people, he has angsty breakdowns, he dies dramatically in his friends arms - like what else do you want. if it was a show written now everyone would eat that shit up so bad. everyday im astonished and outraged i dont get to read some gay ya books reinterpretting it that gets turned into a netflix show that i then watch
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Rip Hamlet, you would’ve loved hot topic.
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cryptid-called-ash · 2 years
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Tw for vivid hallucinations, gross descriptions, and panicking
I glanced down and gasped. The floor of my bedroom had changed. Where once lay elegant polished rosewood, now held piles of skulls. Hollow eyes seemed locked on me and I felt my breath quicken. Sun-bleached bones flooded my room’s floor. Foolishly I chanced a glance upwords, immediately my throat tightened.
‘Good god, it has so many eyes.’ i thought to myself as i stared up in sheer terror at the huge… thing crawling across my ceiling.
It seemed like a centipede, though most of it was obscured from my vision and what I could make out in my horror appeared more maggot-like. The unmistakable clicking of its legs against the stone roof sent a wave of nausea through me. Oozing flesh covered what I could only assume was the creature's head, filled with rows upon rows of eyes. The thing glowered down at me, emitting a hiss, though I know not from where as I could see no mouth.
‘It wants to hurt you,’ my mind supplied. ‘Wants you splayed out like a partridge.’
“What a lovely image.” I mused, feeling as though I was staring death in the eye. Chills wrecked my body, whether fear or cold or both I can't say.
This thing let out a low hiss and I felt consciousness fail me, the world around me vanishing into darkness.
I awoke to the concerned faces of my lover and best friend. I blinked, sitting up to look at them. Letting my eyes sweep over the room, I was relieved to find the floor not covered in skulls nor did I see any creatures lurking in the shadows of the candlelight.
I realized it must have been early morning, as the wisps of dawn’s first light ebbed through my window pane.
Horatio stood next to the bed, worry etched on his face. He had his hand on my shoulder and I moved to interlace my fingers with his.
“Sorry for waking you, love.” he knelt next to me, resting his forehead against mine. I hummed.
“It's fine.” I mumbled back, slurring my words slightly. “what’s goin’ on?” I ground my palms into my eyes, trying to wake myself up.
“Castle’s haunted.” I blinked away the disorientation to focus on Ophelia, who was sitting on my desk, just opposite the bed.
“What?” I cocked my head, only just processing her words.
“Castle’s haunted.” she repeated. Beside me, I heard horatio sigh.
“What she means is that something or somethings are wreaking havoc and I assumed you might know what is going on.” I turned to look at him.
“Would perchance a rotting-maggoty-centipede-like entity fit your idea of something?” I asked, hoping what I saw was nothing more than a sleep deprived hallucination.
“You saw it too?” Ophelia stared wide eyed at me. I felt my stomach drop as I sank into the pillows. I rubbed my face, steeling my nerves.
“Unfortunate, I'd hoped it was merely insanity setting in. yes, I saw this creature as well.”
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theminecraftgay · 5 months
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The Royal polycule of Denmark
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