Coffee or blowjob? That is the question. For whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the pains and shakes of outrageous migraines, or to take to the back of the throat from a reckless lover and by accepting suffer them. To caffeinate– to splooge. No more; and by the oral sex to end the throat ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to: tis ejaculation devoutly to be wish’d. To caffeinate, to splooge. To splooge, perchance to come– ay, there’s the rub: For in that blowjob comes the touch which brings what chance to come, when we have shuffled off this sexual 'course, and given pause–there’s the respect that makes coffee after sex. For who would bear the whips and scorns of bedroom iambic, the lover’s wrong, the proud cock unwieldly, the pangs of dispriz’d love, the orgasm’s delay, the insolence of roleplay, and the spurns that patient merit of th'unworthy takes, when he himself might his coffee make with a bare bottom? Who would throats bear, to grunt and sweat under a pitiless lover but that the dread of something lonesome, the undiscovere’d quiet, from whose calm no relaxation returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus coffee doth make cowards of us all, and thus the naive hue of resolution is bittere’d o'er with the pale cast of milk, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their coffees turn cold and lose the name of drink.
𑣲⋆｡˚ and that water? these words? what can they do? what can they do, prince? (‘elegy of fortinbras’ zbigniew herbert)
hamlet from marcellus’s pov is so funny. this guy shows up in the first scene then never again
imagine this: you’re marcellus, and there’s a ghost hanging around. the prince shows up to see it, becomes incredibly agitated, and swears you and his friend to secrecy. months pass and nothing happens. then the prince is exiled. he comes back soon and is challenged to a duel. the entire royal family and a prominent aristocrat family dies. wtf happened????
“I think it’s ridiculous to criticise Hamlet for being indecisive or say his failure or hamartia is indecisiveness. We would never tell someone ‘you should have killed them quicker!’. That isn’t the point at all.”- The lecturer we saw at my local Shakespeare Festival.
I would agree obviously. The point of Hamlet isn’t his indecisiveness, not least because were that a view Shakespeare held he wouldn’t have written 'Othello’, in which Othello shouldn’t have just started killing his wife and actually been reasonable and trusted her, or 'Macbeth’ in which rushing into murder plots and not simply waiting has dangerous consequences.
Hamlet, to my interpretation, is about why letting yourself be consumed by grief cannot be good for you. Why letting your every waking thought and action be wrapped in a singular idea of revenge and grief ruin you forever. How it seeps into all you love and know. How it will destroy you more than anyone else.
Real bits in Hamlet that have me howling:
Hamlet: I will never meet another man like my father for the rest of my life!
Horatio: A guy who looked and acted identical to him was wandering around last night
Hamlet: say what now
Hamlet: Curses, if I kill him while he’s praying he’ll go to heaven. I will give up this golden opportunity to murder him, to avoid sending him to a better place where he will go, as he prays so dilligently. [exits]
King: [Getting up] this is pointless praying cus i really dont give a fuck. guess im not going to heaven LOL!!!
Hamlet: Play this recorder
G: … No?
Hamlet: Play it!
G: Why?!
Hamlet: Play it!
G: I don’t know how.
Hamlet: Play it!
G: This is weird.
Hamlet: Play it!
G: I just said, I can’t I don’t know how.
Hamlet: Hm. Well that’s weird… since you thought you could… PLAY ME!!!!
Queen: Hamle-
Hamlet: Fuck off mum you’re ugly, Ophelia can I sit on your lap?
Ophelia: No!
Hamlet: Just my head I mean.
Ophelia: … oh.
Hamlet: You thought I meant in a sexual way?
Ophelia: I didn’t think anything of it.
Hamlet: Funny thing to have between your legs.
Ophelia: WHAT?!
Hamlet: Nothin :D
Polonius: Whatcha reading there, Hamlet?
Hamlet: [dramatically] words… words… words….
I like to imagine Hamlet dramatically hitting that fainting / falling pose into Horatio’s arms as he’s dying
It just seems so fucking funny to me ok
15. Matadero - Raúl Victoria III (#170)
Curioso que crecer sea nomás un matadero
Un camino cadavérico pavimentando el suelo
Cuando crezco y obtengo todo lo que quiero
Dejo atrás a tantos muertos que mi nombre ya tuvieron.
Pero siempre a la espera del que enfrente de mi tengo.
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14. Relámpago - Raúl Victoria III (#169)
Cuando llueve extraño los relámpagos.
Casi a diario me aturdo con los truenos,
Pero la luz jamás llega
Solo suena el estruendo.
Es obscuro y ajeno, además de ser de miedo
Pensar que en mis tormentas, ya no brille más el cielo.
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13. Androíde - Raúl Victoria III (#168)
Instrumento o aparato que encierra bien adentro
Mecanismos que le imprimen determinado movimiento.
Una máquina que imita la figura y alma humana
Una vil muñeca que engaña a todos con la mirada.
Androide es lo que eres yo te tiré la fachada.
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Watched Hamlet yesterday and
- Hamlet should be played by a woman more often, loved to see her unhinged
- The gravediggers made an Epstein joke
Idk why anyone else is even entered alongside Jessie Buckley they should just give her the Oscar now and save her the trip
I’m going to be so real; I don’t give a shit about fortinbras and support the fact that most performances cut him.
Hamlet is autistic but his special interest is not revenge or being emo or anything silly like that.
It’s Horatio
(and also I think theatre. He was way too keen to put on that play)
Ya’ll ever just sit and annotate (with bonus doodles) a copy of hamlet? I’m having so much fun
Thinking about how Hamlet saw Horatio as his equal and wanted so badly for Horatio to see himself that way. And still. Horatio didn’t use familiar pronouns for Hamlet until he was dead.