Hello Bloggy!
I’ve missed you so much! I’ve been so busy what with this crazy 2020 we’re all having, the three kids at my feet, and the release of my new series, Mermaids and Merliens!
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Hello Bloggy!
I’ve missed you so much! I’ve been so busy what with this crazy 2020 we’re all having, the three kids at my feet, and the release of my new series, Mermaids and Merliens!
This week, having completed my reading and written summaries/amateur analysis bloggys of The Danish Play (a name no one has ever given it), I sat down to watch Kenneth Branagh’s 1996 film, Hamlet.
A churchyard.
Two clowns enter. Will they be funny? Hard not to be when you’re digging a hole for someone’s burial.
The goose is out of its gander! Is that the phrase? I don’t think that’s the phrase.
Hamlet’s dirty deed does not remain between he and his Mum for long. Gertrude has run to King Claudius and spilled the beans: Hamlet killed Polonius in cold-blooded, madcap lunacy.
A room in the castle. Probably the solarium.
King Claudius has a secret pow wow with his wifey poo, Queen Gertrude, Ophelia, Polonius, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. He asks them what they think of Hamlet’s crazy town demeanor.
A room in Polonius’ house. Probably not the bathroom. Ahh, methinks I’ve used this lame joke before! Well, at least it won’t be the last time. Ever.
For once, I don’t know how to start one of these things. Phew! Glad that’s over.
On the first day of Hamlet, my Willy gave to me, a prologue to a tragedy.
That doesn’t beat well. I may not do it again.
In the classic Nintendo game, Super Mario Kart, the hands-down best race you can run is Rainbow Road.
When we last left the Coriolanus formerly known as Marcius, he’d just been banished from Rome.
“All are banish-ed!” decreed the Verona priest. Just kidding.
Here, at the start of Act IV, Coriolanus is still taking his sweet time getting outta Dodge.
Play number three is another comedy! A quick note on Shakespeare’s definition of “comedy.” Though these plays do have humorous moments, they aren’t the rolling-in-the-aisles type of entertainment we are used to today.
I’m not blogging this week. Why? Because I’m on a bloggy break. This one doesn’t count. There’s nothing to see here. Just a placeholder for the week of July eh, what’s today’s date? 24th? I don’t think it’s the 24th yet.
As long as most of Act III’s scenes may have been, the first two of Act IV are just as short.
Um, I’m not sure that observation is a) worded well, b) accurate, or c ) at all interesting to the story.
Give me a break, will ya? Shakespeare ain’t easy.
The first word in this play is “Nay.” A guy named Philo comes out and says “Nay, but this dotage of our general’s o’erflows the measure.” He goes on to say more but I just had to stop and appreciate that some guy I don’t know from Adam is immediately in my face and disagreeing with me. Hey Philo, did I tell you your general’s dotage was overflowing with measure? Nay! I did not, sir! So take it back a step, will you? All right then, let’s read the play!
I read Ruff’s debut novel, Fool On The Hill, in a previous life. It’s the type of book that becomes a part of your eternal DNA, even if you completely forget it ever existed.
Well, now what?
I’m sitting in a haze of post-published, euphoric loss. I feel like I’ve had to say goodbye to one of my dearest friends. I gave him up to the world and now he doesn’t write me anymore. Wait, Marcus may be a storyteller but he’s not a writer. I don’t think.
“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”
— Stephen King
When it comes to writing, I know I have seen this quote more frequently than any other. It pops up everywhere. Case in point, check out the opening line of this bloggy.
William Shakespeare had a birthday this past week. He has one every year, in fact. April 23 is the day we meager humans have chosen to celebrate the ever-illuminated Bard.